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| Virago |
| 05.04.04 (2:19 pm) [edit] |
Virago - a woman of great stature, strength and courage who is not feminine in the conventional ways. A bold turbulant woman
I read this word last night in a book called Confessions of a Failed Southern Lady, a true book, the author probably in her 70's when she wrote it. The word was taught to her by her first woman lover, and in explaining what it meant the woman told her it had the Latin root of vir, meaning male. Which of course led me to think of Viagra...but oh how I love the word virago! I am not a lesbian, but they count as amoung my best women friends, which took me awhile to figure out, but I think I have. There is no rivalry in our friendship, no tug of war when a man is involved. We love each other for the reality of intelligence, laughter, cooking together. They know I am hetero and rejoice when I meet someone I enjoy and hope I am well when it is over, but otherwise we are simply friends. I've rarely been close with other women, maybe two in the long run of life have survived the years, maybe two I could say I count on that I met as an adult, both long secure in good marriages, and gleeful of what they call the chapters of my adventures.
Today, a mostly day off, the weather perfect after rain, I walked out to the gazebo to read and walking by the gardens thought how incredibly fortunate I am. The world is insane with hatred and death and I have this small spot of tranquility, whether it is from the staccato of jack hammers working on the new plaza, or the news I devour of the world until I can't stand to read another word, I have this place in the world, water almost surrounding me, herbs and flowers, the sounds of children (sometimes annoying, of course, but usually laughter). I have the waving hands of locals who have welcomed me, the rare night out with expats assured of laughter. But most, I have this peaceful, very simple place. And I can attain to virago...secret to me, but shared in this writing to unknown others, with a grin I hope.
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