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Quote of the day:

I worshiped dead men for their strength, forgetting I was strong. Vita Sackville West

Watching The Golden Age yesterday evening I was impressed with Cate as a knight in shining armor. She reminded me of Joan of Arc, who has been my hero ever since I was a little girl and first heard the story. Indeed, I have always wished I was like her. Fearless. Independent of what others think of me. Willing to burn at the stake for my principles.

Come to think of it, I cannot remember women-hero role models when I was young. I adored the nuns at our local Mater Dei hospital in Bulawayo. They had been kind to me during a short stay when I was eight or nine years old.

Did I always worship nuns? I remember loving The Nun’s Story with Audrey Hepburn. I think I still do. It is not the devotion to God that impresses or excites me. It is the ability to live without men, not needing to be considered sexually attractive, and to have a constant focus on doing good things for human kind. I have admiration for humility and compassion.

As I read over what I have written I see a childlike fascination with purity, and realize how naive I must sound.

And so, I simply must dedicate this post to LeAnn, and say to her:

LeAnn, it takes one to know one …

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