Buried Self

Margo Selski

Until I was twenty-eight, I had a kind of buried self that didn’t know I could take care of anything, but spent time shuffling and caring for children. I didn’t know I had any creative depth. I was a victim of the American dream, the middle class bourgeois dream. All I wanted was a little bit of life, to be married, to have kids… I was damaging my soul by living a conventional life, because it was what I was raised for, and it was what my husband expected of me…

— Anne Sexton

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I have a theory that the moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.

I have tried this experiment a thousand times and I have never been disappointed. The more I look at a thing, the more I see in it, and the more I see in it, the more I want to see. It is like peeling an onion. There is always another layer, and another, and another. And each layer is more beautiful than the last.

~Henry Miller

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You have a voice that you may not have discovered yet. In the time before we discover our truest and most authentic voice we’re not sure what’s wrong, why life doesn’t quite have the deep taste and satisfaction we miss. We are trained to be and do and live along accepted tracks that may have nothing to…