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Product Details Binding Paperback Dewey Decimal Number 204.092 EAN 9780061144905 ISBN 0061144908 Manufacturer HarperOne Number Of Items 1 Number Of Pages 272 Publication Date January 01, 2007 Publisher HarperOne Release Date December 26, 2006 Availability Usually ships in 24 hours Product Description 'I was amazed to find that I had no idea how to unfold my spiritual life in a feminine way. I was surprised, and, in fact, a little terrified, when I found myself in the middle of a feminist spiritual reawakening.' ––Sue Monk Kidd For years, Sue Monk Kidd was a conventionally religious woman. Then, in the late 1980s, Kidd experienced an unexpected awakening, and began a journey toward a feminine spirituality. With the exceptional storytelling skills that have helped make her name, author of When the Heart Waits tells her very personal story of the fear, anger, healing, and freedom she experienced on the path toward the wholeness that many women have lost in the church. From a jarring encounter with sexism in a suburban drugstore, to monastery retreats and to rituals in the caves of Crete, she reveals a new level of feminine spiritual consciousness for all women– one that retains a meaningful connection with the 'deep song of Christianity,' embraces the sacredness of ordinary women's experience, and has the power to transform in the most positive ways every fundamental relationship in a woman's life– her marriage, her career, and her religion. This Plus edition paperback includes a recent interview with the author conducted by the book's editor Michael Maudlin. The author's journey to capture her feminine soul and to live authentically from that soul makes a fascinating, well-researched and well-written story. Kidd's successful pilgrimage from her Southern Baptist roots and away from the patriarchal and fundamentalist Christian religious systems surrounding her is an account of anger turned to courage, creativity and love. A mid-career realization that she had lived without 'real inner authority' and with 'a fear of dissension, confrontation, backlash, a fear of not pleasing, not living up to sanctioned models of femininity' produced in Kidd the new mindset that made her journey possible. Additionally, her extensive knowledge of many subjects, including theology, mythology and the arts, made possible the copious references and cross-references that will prove invaluable for readers who wish to follow her in this same search. While Kidd cautions that each woman's path will be unique, there is no question but that many women will find in her book a mirror of their own present conditions and a hopeful call to self-discovery. Copyright 1996 Reed Business Information, Inc. What happens when the wife of a Southern Baptist minister, a loyal adherent to his religious tradition, suddenly discovers an alternative religious tradition that speaks more strongly to her spiritual longings? Kidd (When the Heart Waits, HarperSanFrancisco, 1991) recounts her own journey of anger, fear, and joy from her traditional Baptist upbringing to her new discovery of the power of nontraditional feminine religious experiences. Along her journey, Kidd encounters some of the most powerful feminist religious voices of her times, from Phyllis Trible to Carol Christ, and records these voices as guideposts on her journey. A graceful account of awakening and transformation. Recommend for most libraries. Copyright 1996 Reed Business Information, Inc. 'A masterpiece of womens wisdom. --Christiane Northrup, M.D. author of Women's Bodies, Women's Wisdom 'A graceful account of awakening and transformation.' --Library Journal 'The journey to capture her feminine soul and live authentically...makes a fascinating, well-researched and well-written story.' --Publishers Weekly “A graceful account of awakening and transformation.” -- Library Journal “The journey to capture her feminine soul and live authentically...makes a fascinating, well-researched and well-written story.” -- Publishers Weekly 'I was amazed to find that I had no idea how to unfold my spiritual life in a feminine way. I was surprised, and, in fact, a little terrified, when I found myself in the middle of a feminist spiritual reawakening.' ––Sue Monk Kidd For years, Sue Monk Kidd was a conventionally religious woman. Then, in the late 1980s, Kidd experienced an unexpected awakening, and began a journey toward a feminine spirituality. With the exceptional storytelling skills that have helped make her name, author of When the Heart Waits tells her very personal story of the fear, anger, healing, and freedom she experienced on the path toward the wholeness that many women have lost in the church. From a jarring encounter with sexism in a suburban drugstore, to monastery retreats and to rituals in the caves of Crete, she reveals a new level of feminine spiritual consciousness for all women– one that retains a meaningful connection with the 'deep song of Christianity,' embraces the sacredness of ordinary women's experience, and has the power to transform in the most positive ways every fundamental relationship in a woman's life– her marriage, her career, and her religion. This Plus edition paperback includes a recent interview with the author conducted by the book's editor Michael Maudlin. For years, award-winning author Sue Monk Kidd recounted the joys and sorrows of her life as a Christian in books and essays that touched the hearts of readers everywhere. Then, in the late 1980s, Kidd experienced an unexpected awakening, one that brought her into conflict with every aspect of her former life. She began a journey toward a feminine spirituality. 'I was amazed to find that I had no idea how to unfold my spiritual life in a feminine way,' says Kidd. 'I was surprised, and, in fact, a little terrified, when I found myself in the middle of a feminist spiritual awakening.' With the exceptional storytelling skills that have helped make her name, Kidd tells her very personal tale of the fear, anger, healing, and freedom she experienced on the path toward the wholeness that women have lost within the patriarchal faith traditions. From a jarring encounter with sexism in a suburban drugstore, to monastery retreats and to rituals in the caves of Crete, she reveals a new level of eminine spiritual consciousness for all women -- one that retains a meaningful connection with 'the deep song of Christianity,' embraces the sacredness of ordinary women's experience, and has the power to transform in the most positive ways every fundamental relationship in a woman's life -- her marriage, her career, and her religion. 'Out of reflections and words like these in The Dance of the Dissident Daughter the new forms of Christianity will be born. This work is packed with experience and insight, and it is bound to add to the gigantic shift in consciousness taking place as the millenium turns and a transformation of spiritual consciousness takes hold of the human population of a global level.'--Murray Stein, Ph.D., author of Jung's Treatment of Christianity 'The pshyco-spiritual redefinition that takes place when we expand our understanding of the Christian tradition to embrace the gracious challenge of the Sacred Feminine is an invisible process. Sue Monk Kidd courageously articulates this unseen path so all who read this book will understand this painful and rewarding journey.'--Lauren Artress, author of Walking a Sacred Path From The Dance of the Dissident Daughter: It was autumn, and everything was turning loose....For the previous couple of years I had been in the midst of a tumultuous awakening. I had been struggling to come to terms with my life as a woman -- in my culture, my marriage, my faith, my church, and deep inside myself. It was a process not unlike the experience of conception and labor....It had been extraordinary and surprising to find myself -- a conventionally religious woman in my late thirties -- suddenly struck pregnant with a new consciousness, with an unfolding new awareness of what it means to be a woman and what it means to be spiritual as a woman....Still, the initial idea of telling my story in this book gave me pause. The hardest thing about writing is telling the truth. Maybe it's the hardest thing about being a woman, too. I think of Nisa, the old African woman who was telling story....She said, 'I will tell my talkd...But don't let the people I live with hear what I have to say....' I know that feeling. But in the end, Nisa and I, we told our truth anyway. Sue Monk Kidd is the award-winning author of When the Heart Waits and God's Joyful Surprise, as well as the bestselling The Secret Life of Bees and The Mermaid Chair. Part One Awakening 'That's How I Like to See a Woman' It was autumn, and everything was turning loose. I was running errands that afternoon. Rain had fallen earlier, but now the sun was out, shining on the tiny beads of water that clung to trees and sidewalks. The whole world seemed red and yellow and rinsed with light. I parked in front of the drugstore where my daughter, Ann, fourteen, had an after-school job. Leaping a puddle, I went inside. I spotted her right away kneeling on the floor in the toothpaste section, stocking a bottom shelf I was about to walk over and say hello when I noticed two middle-aged men walking along the aisle toward her. They looked like everybody's father. They had moussed hair, and they wore knit sportshirts the color of Easter eggs, the kind of shirts with tiny alligators sewn at the chest. It was a detail I would remember later as having ironic symbolism. My daughter did not see them coming. Kneeling on the floor, she was intent on getting the boxes of Crest lined up evenly. The men stopped, peering down at her. One man nudged the other. He said, 'Now that's how I like to see a woman--on her knees.' The other man laughed. Standing in the next aisle, I froze. I watched the expression that crept into my daughter's eyes as she looked up. I watched her chin drop and her hair fall across her face. Seeing her kneel at these men's feet while they laughed at her subordinate posture pierced me through. For the previous couple of years I had been in the midst of a tumultuous awakening. I had been struggling to come to terms with my life as a woman--in my culture, my marriage, my faith, my church, and deep inside myself. It was a process not unlike the experience of conception and labor. There had been a moment, many moments really, when truth seized me and I 'conceived' myself as woman. Or maybe I reconceived myself. At any rate, it had been extraordinary and surprising to find myself--a conventionally religious woman in my late thirties--suddenly struck pregnant with a new consciousness, with an unfolding new awareness of what it means to be a woman and what it means to be spiritual as a woman. Hard labor had followed. For months I'd inched along, but lately I'd been stuck. I'd awakened enough to know that I couldn't go back to my old way of being a woman, but the fear of going forward was paralyzing. So I'd plodded along, trying to make room for the new consciousness that was unfolding in my life but without really risking change. I have a friend, a nurse on the obstetrical floor at a hospital, who says that sometimes a woman's labor simply stalls. The contractions grow weak, and the new life, now quite distressed, hangs precariously. The day I walked into the drugstore, I was experiencing something like that. A stalled awakening. Who knows, I may have stalled interminably if I had not seen my daughter on her knees before those laughing men. I cannot to this day explain why the sight of it hit me so forcibly. But to borrow Kafka's image, it came like an ice ax upon a frozen sea, and suddenly all my hesitancy was shattered. Just like that. The men's laughter seemed to go on and on. I felt like a small animal in the road, blinded by the light of a truck, knowing some terrible collision is coming but unable to move. I stared at my daughter on her knees before these men and could not look away. Somehow she seemed more than my daughter; she was my mother, my grandmother, and myself. She was every woman ever born, bent and contained in a small, ageless cameo that bore the truth about 'a woman's place.' In the profile of my daughter I saw the suffering of women, the confining of the feminine to places of inferiority, and I experienced a collision of love and pain so great I had to reach for the counter to brace myself. This posture will not perpetuate itself in her life, I thought. Still I didn't know what to do. When I was growing up, if my mother had told me once, she'd told me a thousand times, 'If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.' I'd heard this from nearly everybody. It was the kind of thing that got cross-stitched and hung in kitchens all over my native South. I'd grown up to be a soft-voiced, sweet-mouthed woman who, no matter how assailing the behavior before me or how much I disagreed with it, responded nicely or else zip-locked my mouth shut. I had swallowed enough defiant, disputatious words in my life to fill a shelf of books. But it occurred to me that if I abandoned my daughter at that moment, if I simply walked away and was silent, the feminine spirit unfolding inside her might also become crouched and silent. Perhaps she would learn the internal posture of being on her knees. The men with their blithe joke had no idea they had tapped a reservoir of pain and defiance in me. It was rising now, unstoppable by any earthly force. I walked toward them. 'I have something to say to you, and I want you to hear it,' I said. They stopped laughing. Ann looked up. 'This is my daughter,' I said, pointing to her, my finger shaking with anger. 'You may like to see her and other women on their knees, but we don't belong there. We don't belong there!' Ann rose to her feet. She glanced sideways at me, sheer amazement spread over her face, then turned and faced the men. I could hear her breath rise and fall with her chest as we stood there shoulder to shoulder, staring at their faces . . . Customers who bought this item also bought When the Heart Waits: Spiritual Direction for Life's Sacred Questions (Plus) The Secret Life of Bees God's Joyful Surprise: Finding Yourself Loved The Mermaid Chair Firstlight: The Early Inspirational Writings of Sue Monk Kidd Customer Reviews for: The Dance of the Dissident Daughter: A Woman's Journey from Christian Tradition to the Sacred Feminine (Plus) Rating - The Dance of the Dissident Daughter This book literally changed my life. I have read this book into pieces. I would like to say it saved me. I hit a place in my life at 30 years old where everything I knew fell into pieces. During this time a good friend kept telling me to read this, that it was my story. I read it and was weeping within the first chapter. I was the patriarchal, wife, christian, mother. The course of man god religion led me to complete and total desolation. I was completely empty with no seeming reason to be so empty. I felt guilt over the deep sense of empty and unhappiness I felt. I had it all, yet was so unhappy. I don't ... Read More Rating - An Authentic Journey I picked up this title as one it was a woman's spiritual journey and two I like the author for her other two books - secret life of bees and mermaid chair. I am not a christian woman, and my religion does have a feminine version of God. But no woman is really spared the overwhelming experience of patriarchy in one form or the other. Sue's experience seems to come from an authentic place of pain and genuine need to explore, quite unlike Liz Gilbert or other self pitying women. She is obviously well read in theology of her own religion and has put great effort into understanding the 'song' as she calls it, the spiritual calling ... Read More Rating - Read this book! I have read many of the reviews of this book, and I noticed the variety of opinions Dance of the Dissident Daughter has inspired. Each of us has an opinion of this story based on our personal experiences, and my spiritual experience is quite similar to Kidd's. I can relate to the phases she had to go through in order to find peace with her path; I honor and respect her journey. Read this book with an open heart. I did not believe that she was bashing men or Christianity; she had to set the programming of the church aside and find her own truth. This is what she inspires all women to do ... Read More see more reviews See all books by author Sue Monk Kidd

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