Sue Monk Kidd
Sue Monk Kidd
Sue Monk Kiddis a writer from the Southern United States, best known for her novel, The Secret Life of Bees...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth12 August 1948
CountryUnited States of America
skins stories way
In a way, humans are not made of skin and bones as such, as we're made of stories.
age turbulent-times grew
I grew up in the American South and came of age in the 1960s, an incredibly turbulent time. It was as if the seams of American life were being ripped apart with riots and protests.
real home self
Unraveling external selves and coming home to our real identity is the true meaning of soul work.
order what-matters sometimes
Sometimes, in order to say yes to what matters most, I must say no to good things.
wrong-things verge
The only wrong thing, perhaps, is permanently hesitating on the verge of courage.
mean paganism female
... in the end, Goddess is just a word. It simply means the divine in female form.
light fire people
Soul. The word rebounded to me, and I wondered, as I often had, what it was exactly. People talked about it all the time, but did anybody actually know? Sometimes I'd pictured it like a pilot light burning inside a person--a drop of fire from the invisible inferno people called God. Or a squashy substance, like a piece of clay or dental mold, which collected the sum of a person's experiences--a million indentations of happiness, desperation, fear, all the small piercings of beauty we've ever known.
looks failing
How often do we do that, he wondered--look at someone and fail to see what's really there?
perfection people clarity
The translucence that comes when life hardens into a bead of such cruel perfection you see it with the purest clarity. Everything suddenly there--life as it truly is, enormous, appalling, devastating. You see the great sinkholes it makes in people and the harrowing lengths to which love will go to fill them.
giving-up force consolation
How could I choose someone who would force me to give up my own small reach for meaning? I chose myself, and without consolation.
soul attention levels
I realize that I can be with someone, but on a deeper level I'm not available to them at all. I have attention deficit disorder of the soul.
writing trying want
A lot of time you write out of some unconscious place. I try to trust what is coming and where it wants to take me.
prayer accepting release
To be fully human, fully myself, To accept all that I am, all that you envision, This is my prayer. Walk with me out to the rim of life, Beyond security. Take me to the exquisite edge of courage And release me to become.
growth construction process
Our earlier lives aren't wrong, they are just pre-construction. Our lives are meant to unfold, to evolve, and that's good. The only wrong thing, perhaps, is permanently hesitating on the verge of courage, which would prevent this process from taking place.