Inspiring others. Being inspired by many.
I acknowledge my feminist foremothers on whose shoulders I stand and at whose feet I bow deeply. Without whom I would not be here, knowing in my bones I can do whatever the fuck I want to do.
I fiercely appreciate all the young feminists and firebrands, and the way they do things their way. I am in awe and deeply honour the passionate, smart and articulate young warriors working in the violence against women sector and continuing the work.
I acknowledge my teaching lineage. In particular my great grandmother Sarah Hall Doublet who, in 1912, refused to accept she couldn’t return to work as a teacher after her marriage and the birth of her children. So she did return to work. I acknowledge my grandmother who showed me that cooking was a joy (she would have put pictures of her apple pies and jam tarts on Instagram for sure).
I acknowledge my sisters of blood and my sisters of choice. I acknowledge my mother and the lessons - learned the hard way - in justice, liberation and how to be fierce.
I stand in awe of my children and grandchildren for teaching me everything there is to know about unconditional love.
I am utterly awestruck that I have been in a loving partnership for 30 years with someone who I never stop learning from. Even things I did not need to know.
I acknowledge the ancestors long gone, some of whom are coming back to life in stories I write. They sit on my shoulder and whisper their lives to me so that I may learn more about how to be.
And…I am profoundly grateful for help with untangling the Imposter Complex and learning to step up, sacred and safe space to release body and mind from the past, guidance on the path to playing bigger and spine-tingling insights into how to step into my writing and teach now.