The hard swallow. A constricted chest. The barrage that does not let up. Suzy Cashman's
The Invitation begins inside the noise, the accumulated pressure of a life unfolding as the wrong story. But the soul is patient and insistent by turns. It has been leaving signs in the stubbed toes and the spaghetti hoops and the tightrope burning, waiting for the moment the woman inside the chaos pauses long enough to hear what has been calling her into the fullness of being.
Through eight lyric sequences and three home births that cracked her open to a deep primal awareness, Suzy Cashman traces the path back to the source beyond the self. The part of you that has been waiting beneath the surface recognises this book. In the tradition that runs from Julian of Norwich and Teresa of 臀ila through Whitman, Est廥, and Maggie Nelson to the contemporary lyric essay,
The Invitation takes its place in the literature of the body's knowing, the ancient, necessary story of awareness coming back to what was always true.
A beckoning. A return. A sudden force that will carry you back to shore.
