When my life is hard I don't want to hear the "wisdom" of some man who went and sat on a fucking mountain.
Share with me stories of his wife, Women, Mothers and Grandmothers.
I want to hear the voices of the women who were back at the hut birthing the children, herding the goats, and thatching the roofs.
They have the wisdom I need.
They have the bone deep strength to help me walk when I can't any longer.
They know the songs with the medicine.
Their voices could teach me to squat and scream and give life.
I need to know how to weave and mend,
How to nurse a child when I have very little food.
How to warm my children with only the heat of my body.
How to give them comfort in my voice and find it for myself too.
If I am depressed it is because her voice was stolen, while we all listen to how wise her husband was for leaving her alone, while he went away to think on a mountain.
I want to hear my Grandmother sing again.