"I am leaving you all my journals, but you must promise me you won't look at them until after I'm gone." What author Terry Tempest Williams (Crossing to Safety; Refuge) found in those three bookshelves of beautifully-bound journals would dramatically reshape her own life. When Women Were Birds unfolds its inspiriting lessons in fifty-four self-contained chapters.
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When Women Were Birds Fifty-four Variations on Voice
By Terry Tempest Williams
Farrar, Straus and Giroux Copyright © 2012 Terry Tempest Williams
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WHEN WOMEN WERE BIRDS (Chapter 1)
I AM FIFTY-FOUR YEARS OLD, the age my mother was when she died. This is what I remember: We were lying on her bed with a mohair blanket covering us. I was rubbing her back, feeling each vertebra with my fingers as a rung on a ladder. It was January, and the ruthless clamp of cold bore down on us outside. Yet inside, Mother's tenderness and clarity of mind carried its own warmth. She was dying in thesame way she was living, consciously.
"I am leaving you all my journals," she said, facing the shuttered window as I continued rubbing her back. "But you must promise me that you will not look at them until after I am gone."
I gave her my word. And then she told me where theywere. I didn't know my mother kept journals.
A week later she died. That night, there was a full moon encircled by ice crystals.
On the next full moon I found myself alone in the family home. I kept expecting Mother to appear. Her absence became her presence. It was the right time to read her journals. They were exactly where she said they would be: three shelves of beautiful clothbound books; some floral, some paisley, others in solid colors. The spines of each were perfectly aligned against the lip of the shelves. I opened the first journal. It was empty. I opened the second journal. It was empty. I opened the third. It, too, was empty, as was the fourth, the fifth, the sixth--shelf after shelf after shelf, all my mother's journals were blank.
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