WOC writing about self-actualization

sometimes change is an uphill battle but luckily books have their way of finding me at the right time. i wrote this a few days before i reached page 45 into gloria anzaldúa's la frontera. there is a similar tone and analogy. i am inspired and reassured by her writing: her content and its structure (and lack of it).

She left in the end of fall, beginning anew in the dead of winter. Heaving boxes up stairwells in hailstorms and thunder, she challenged the world to open up—to welcome her.

She stirs in bed, alone, fitful and weighted down by the potential of tomorrow.

Inauspicious, yes, but she was one to challenge the spirits. They would hold duels, push and pull. The lightening raised its voice beyond her own. She knew this but would fight before giving in.

Anzaldúa:
"...And though she was unable to spread her limbs and though for her right now the sun has sunk under the earth and there is no moon, she continues to tend the flame. The spirit of the fire spurs her to fight for her own skin and a piece of ground to stand on, a ground from which to view the world-- a perspective, a homeground where she can plumb the rich ancestral roots into her own ample mestiza heart. She waits till the waters are not so turbulent and the mountains not so slippery with sleet. Battered and bruised she waits, her bruises throwing her back upon herself and the rhythmic pulse of the feminine. Coatlalopeuh waits with her."