WOMAN, Who Have I Always Been?

Reevaluating my roll as wife, mother, as “woman”. A vision clouded by all I had imagined a woman should be. WIFE, who are you 17 years later, better yet, WOMAN, who have I always been?

I GAVE MYSELF TO HIM

I GAVE myself to him,
And took himself for pay.
The solemn contract of a life
Was ratified this way.

The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the merchant buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.

At least, ’t is mutual risk,—
Some found it mutual gain;
Sweet debt of Life,—each night to owe,
Insolvent, every noon.

by Emily Dickinson

About the Author Ruth Chase

ARTIST • MOTHER • COMMUNITY ACTIVIST Raised in VENICE, CA. I’m on a path that I never expected. Starting out as an oil painter that led to filmmaking, creating multi-media installations that include audio, social media, video, public art, and social engagement. My focus is on positive social change, working with concepts that reflect identity and the value of people.