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detailscatcher · 4 years

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I AM A “TOO MUCH” WOMAN

There she is. . . the “too much” woman. The one who loves too hard, feels too deeply, asks too often, desires too much.

There she is taking up too much space, with her laughter, her curves, her honesty, her sexuality. Her presence is as tall as a tree, as wide as a mountain. Her energy occupies every crevice of the room. Too much space she takes.

She desires a lot, wants everything—too much happiness, too much alone time, too much pleasure. She’ll go through brimstone, murky river, and hellfire to get it. She’ll risk all to quell the longings of her heart and body. This makes her dangerous.

And there she goes, that “too much” woman, making people think too much, feel too much, swoon too much. She with her authentic prose and a self-assuredness in the way she carries herself. She with her belly laughs and her insatiable appetite and her proneness to fiery passion. All eyes on her, thinking she’s hot shit.

Oh, that “too much” woman. . . too loud, too vibrant, too honest, too emotional, too smart, too intense, too pretty, too difficult, too sensitive, too wild, too intimidating, too successful, too fat, too strong, too political, too joyous, too needy—too much.

She should simmer down a bit, be taken down a couple notches. Someone should put her back in a more respectable place. Someone should tell her.

Here I am. . . a Too Much Woman, with my too-tender heart and my too-much emotions.

A hedonist, feminist, pleasure seeker, empath. I want a lot—justice, sincerity, spaciousness, ease, intimacy, actualization, respect, to be seen, to be understood, your undivided attention, and all of your promises to be kept.

I’ve been called selfish because I am self-loving. I’ve been called a witch because I know how to heal myself.

And still. . . I rise. Still, I want and feel and ask and risk and take up space.

I must.

Us Too Much Women have been facing extermination for centuries—we are so afraid of her, terrified of her big presence, of the way she commands respect and wields the truth of her feelings. We’ve been trying to stifle the Too Much Woman for ions—in our sisters, in our wives, in our daughters. And even now, even today, we shame the Too Much Woman for her bigness, for her wanting, for her passionate nature.

And still. . . she thrives.

That Too Much Woman is also known to some as Wild Woman or the Divine Feminine. In any case, she is me, she is you, and she is loving that she’s finally, finally getting some airtime.

If you’ve ever been called “too much,” or “overly emotional,” or “bitchy,” or “stuck up,” you are likely a Too Much Woman.

And if you are. . . I implore you to embrace all that you are—all of your depth, all of your vastness; to not hold yourself in, and to never abandon yourself, your bigness, your radiance.

Forget everything you’ve heard—your too much-ness is a gift; oh yes, one that can heal, incite, liberate, and cut straight to the heart of things.

Do not be afraid of this gift, and let no one shy you away from it. Your too much-ness is magic, is medicine. It can change the world.

So please, Too Much Woman: Ask. Seek. Desire. Expand. Move. Feel. Be.

Make your waves, fan your flames, give us chills.

Please, rise.

We need you.

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detailscatcher · 4 years

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Ti rimangono sempre

le ultime voci

o le ultime immagini.

Ti rimangono sempre

gli ultimi sussurri

e solitari fruscii

che ritornano come echi

e rimbombano incessanti

e rimbalzano come tuoni.

3/04/2009

~Antonio Zocchi

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detailscatcher · 4 years

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Un luogo chiamato libertà.

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detailscatcher · 4 years

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Il maggior ostacolo alla vita è proprio l’attesa: fa dipendere tutto dal domani e, intanto, sciupa l’oggi.

Tu vorresti organizzare quanto è nelle mani del destino, e ti lasci sfuggire ciò che è già nelle tue.

A quale scopo?

A cosa vorresti arrivare?

Tutto quanto deve ancora venire è incerto: vivi il tuo presente.

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detailscatcher · 5 years

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“Mi manchi.” Penso sia questa la frase più bella che ci si possa sentir dire. Perchè il “ti amo” implica un’univocità. Io amo te. Punto. Te lo dico. Ora lo sai. Ti puoi intenerire, ma anche preoccupare, o infastidire, o rattristare perchè tu non lo provi. Ma il “mi manchi” significa che hai lasciato un vuoto nella persona che te lo dice. E tu, solo tu, puoi riempire quel vuoto. Come un pezzo di puzzle. L’incastro perfetto che nessun altro può essere. ” Mi manchi” è come “Per essere me interamente, ho bisogno che ci sia anche tu.”

~Mi manchi.

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detailscatcher · 5 years

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Distance yourself for a bit. You will realise a lot.

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detailscatcher · 5 years

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Ti rimangono sempre

le ultime voci

o le ultime immagini.

Ti rimangono sempre

gli ultimi sussurri

e solitari fruscii

che ritornano come echi

e rimbombano incessanti

e rimbalzano come tuoni.

3/04/2009

~Antonio Zocchi

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detailscatcher · 5 years

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Il meglio si fa attendere. Certi sempliciotti pensano che, se toccano il culo ad una donna e lei non protesta, il più è fatto. Principianti. Il cuore della donna è un meccanismo complesso, insensibile ai rozzi ragionamenti del maschio avventuriero. Se si vuole davvero possedere una donna, bisogna imparare a pensare come lei. Tutto il resto, il morbido involucro, viene di conseguenza.”

- L’ombra del vento.