Good morning lovely lady,
I am writing this morning rather bleary-eyed from Dar es Salaam, after about 30 hours in the air. While I have many to suggest, one that I have read and re-read every decade is The Mists of Avalon. It’s the epic retelling of the story of Camelot but from the POV of the women. Every time I read this big tome it reminds me of the power of women, the price we pay for patriarchy, and how and when we as women come into the fullness of our true gifts. It never ever gets old. There’s a scene where Morgan le Fey- the heroine (who in all other tellings is evil) realizes who she truly is. She’s in her fifties, and it takes all that time, all her losses and life for her to truly understand her power and the responsibilities that come with it. I love this book. Namaste.