The rain continues to come down.  I continue to venture forth into the Universe to feed myself, for no woman is an island unto herself. She cannot be nurtured and grow without any outside forces.  Within, she will dwindle and wither and become as insignificant as she already feels.

The world is noisy and chaotic. But it is where we all want to be because the chaos and noise are just as bad inside ourselves.  It is safer and more comfortable to experience it on the outside.  I rather say it is because of ‘THEM” and it is “OUT THERE” than blame myself and that the fault lies within me.  Wouldn’t you?

But I did find quiet corners within the maddening crowd.  I was not quite an island but still felt safe enough.  The chaos and noise were on my periphery.  They worked as a shield to protect me from myself.  I was insignificant and yet not diminutive. I still had power. I was Wonder Woman once.

I could be again.  Where are my bracelets and lasso?