In these, her powerful words, not written for me, but so insightful for a male to read. Her words call my words forth, speak to my spirit of spirit, not lost, but down its own path. I look, I have found. She recalls to mind every wild woman I have met, and all their lessons, the greatest lessons to my humanity than anything considered education. Thank you. The stories are alive.
About noah crowe
I was born without a name. Later my family named me Noah Crowe. Crowe is my father's last name. I am an artist. Rather, I am a human being, seeking to know what I am. I am writing this blog to document my quest to know who I am in this world for my unborn son (and/or daughter). My father never passed on his journey to me, and I believe that it is story and ritual that informs our world; the worlds we live in, internally and externally. This is my way of giving myself, and my potential son, a window into this process of finding spiritual meaning and service in a culture that I find to lack the foundation of integration between the spiritual, the communal, and the societal.
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