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MY GRANDMOTHER’S HAIR, a tale of how our family stories shape our lives, by Ann Elizabeth Carson “Ann Elizabeth Carson superbly outlines her healing process through the creative and connecting power of myth and of her own painting, poetry and sculpture. Readers will look more deeply into themselves.” Marion Woodman, Jungian analyst, author of The Pregnant Virgin, Dancing in the Flames, Bone, Dying into Life.
I forget myself.
That is the one constant in my story, the armature around which the clay of my life is built. I do not mean the setting aside of my needs, as I learned as a mother, when my child is the axis and I am peripheral, when “to love is to study the other.” (Carol Ochs) What I mean right now is that all my life I have forgotten the sensing, feeling parts of me. Even now, when I understand that I do this, I am always doing it, forgetting this part of myself that feels like so much more than just a part.
