Reading Excerpt: Women Who Run With The Wolves

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I recorded this short reading of one of my favourite books for air on a show. This is an excerpt of a particularly moving passage to me, and I read it aloud with the same emotive state that it gave me when I first read the piece to myself.

Vocal Characteristics

Language

English

Voice Age

Young Adult (18-35)

Accents

North American (Canadian-General) North American (General)

Transcript

Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
The following is an excerpt from Claressa Estes book Woman Who Run with the Wolves. The body is a multi lingual being. It speaks through its color and its temperature, the flush of recognition, the glow of love, the ash of pain. Three heat of arousal on the coldness of non conviction. It speaks to the leaping of the heart, the falling of the spirit, the pit at the center on rising hope to confine the beauty and the value of the body to anything less than this. Magnificence is to force the body to live without its rightful spirit, its rightful form, its right to exultation to be thought ugly or unacceptable. Because one's beauty is outside, the current fashion is deeply wounding to the natural joy that belongs to the wild nature. To take much pleasure in a world filled with many kinds of beauty is a joy in life, to which all women are entitled to support only one kind of beauty is to be somehow un observant of nature. There cannot be only one kind of songbird Onley, one kind of pine tree Onley, one kind of wolf. There cannot be one kind of baby one kind of man or one kind of woman. There cannot be one kind of breast, one kind of waste, one kind of skin. There's no supposed to be in bodies. The question is not size or shape or years of age, or even having two of everything because some do not. But the wild issue is, Does this body feel? Does it have the right connection to pleasure, to heart, to Seoul, to the world? Does it have happiness and joy? Can it move in its own way? Dance, jiggle, sway, thrust. Nothing else matters. Mhm.