I am sort a reflecting. I was thinking about when I met you. Do you know that when I met you my heart got re-calibrated. Reading your book gave me a sense of womanhood. I had been carrying myself like a child. I have always had an adult mindset. My grandmother took care of me when I was younger, I do not know if that makes my soul old, lol. I went to Catholic church with my grandmother and hung around her old lady friends, lol and I heard what old ladies talk about.
Any hoo, I think there is a new kind of old lady emerging. Older women are redefining old age and what it supposed to be and what it looks like.
My heart was re-calibrated when you began to talk about "men opening the door for women." Prior to meeting you, I had sat under the wisdom of a teacher who pursued an alternate lifestyle. We read Audre Lord, Bell Hooks, and so on. I read a bit of feminist stuff. (Women can be feminist and draw a conclusion not to have a mother's love and take on manly traits denying the beauty of womanhood. Do feminist try to prove a point to men that do not need to be proven) I remember having a class discussion facilitated by the instructor and was lead to the conclusion that holding the door was not a man thing nor a woman thing that either a man or a woman could do it. It became truth for me. In essence, perhaps I expected to hold the door for a man.
I do not know if I should say loved, but I really loved that teacher. She had a beautiful soul and she dressed nicely. She styled her natural hair in a most beautiful way. I had always known that some of our people hate our hair. I walked out of her classroom with a greater love for my natural hair and expecting to hold the door for a man. (I try to capture a love for my natural hair, whether a woman chooses to wear it as such or not, in the book that I wrote. You know the publishing process takes time.)
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