Today's birthday shout-out goes to another writer. In, again, in this case, I haven't read many of her works. But the one piece I have read, I've read several times.
But she isn't. She's lonely and unstimulated. She has feelings she can't explain, or explore.
The mother-women seemed to prevail that summer at Grand Isle. It was easy to know them, fluttering about with extended, protecting wings when any harm, real or imaginary, threatened their precious brood. They were women who idolized their children, worshiped their husbands, and esteemed it a holy privilege to efface themselves as individuals and grow wings as ministering angels.+ + +
The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clearing, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in the abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.+ + +
It sometimes entered Mr. Pontellier's mind to wonder if his wife were not growing a little unbalanced mentally. He could see plainly that she was not herself. That is, he could not see that she was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we would assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.The book has always been an emotional read for me. I have my own personal darkness to contend with at times, and while it's sometimes helpful to read about other people's lives, this book is particularly difficult when I'm not feeling very strong.
And it's made more difficult by its association with probably my most favorite character in the show Treme.
Kate Chopin's life. I suspect there was some part of her life in Awakening.
What little I've read over the last day or so, looking for photos and whatnot for this post, I realize I would like to read more of her work, and one or two of the biographies written about her. I suspect I would find some inspiration in learning about her life, and how she faced her challenges.