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Sue Monk Kidd
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"When you can't go forward and you can't go backward and you can't stay where you are without killing off what is deep and vital in yourself, you are on the edge of creation." -The Dance of the Dissident Daughter
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“I worried so much about how I looked and whether I was doing things right, I felt half the time I was impersonating a girl instead of really being one.” -The Secret Life of Bees
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"The water along the bow churns the same slate color as the sky, and I think fleetingly of the River Styx, the mythological river between life and death over which souls are ferried to the other side." -Traveling With Pomegranates
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I am going to be on an upcoming Super Soul Sunday with Oprah and would love to answer your questions!

Send an email with your contact information to supersoulsunday@harpostudios.com
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"Hardly anything affirms rebirth to me like daffodil bulbs. Put those seemingly dead, brown lumps in the ground, and they will defy rock, storm, and pestilence to emerge and unfurl themselves." -The Dance of the Dissident Daughter
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“For a moment I felt the quiet hungering thing that comes inside when you return to the place of your origins, and then the ache of mis-belonging.” -The Invention of Wings
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“You know, some things don't matter that much...like the color of a house. How big is that in the overall scheme of life? But lifting a person's heart--now, that matters.” -The Secret Life of Bees
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"Whit thought of the countless small things on the island he would miss. The alligators cruising the creeks submerged except for the great humps of their eyes. The oysters in their shells at night, how they opened when no one was looking." -The Mermaid Chair
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"Images well up in me more spontaneously, trailing along a stream of ideas, memories, feelings, and symbols, and I feel connected to a source-like place in myself." -Traveling With Pomegranates 
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“Increasingly, during those classes, longings had seized me, foreign, torrential aches that overran my heart. I wanted to know things, to become someone.” -The Invention of Wings
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