What is your story....

When Nushu was developed many years ago, it was so women could share their stories. They would write, speak, draw or sing songs of their hurts, hopes, fears, and dreams. They healed by telling their stories in a language only women could understand to women who knew and cared. To leave a legacy that proved their existence, they wrote these stories in Nushu and passed them on to their daughters. I'm sure these tales of old held echoes of stories today as they shared about mistreatment in their homes, cruel abuses, looming fears, future dreams, and hopes for their daughters. In those dark days, they lived better because they shared their stories together. Over and over again, we see the power of a story that creates movements, heals nations, and restores relationships.

We all have a story to share. Would you like to share your story? In what artform do you want to share it? A drawing perhaps? Poetry? Writing? Music? Photography? This is the heart of the Nushu language and the mission of NuShu Sisters. We share our stories to educate, advocate and inspire women to come together and support the brave sisters we are, growing in our strength and beauty.

Share your stories by commenting below or sharing this blog online and let's start a global conversation of how we as women LIVE. 

Below is a Haiku poem I wrote for my story of how I recovered me, loved me better, and learned to LIVE.

 Love Her Well

In a nearby place

A woman grows from a girl

Laughter turns to tears

Those who claim to love

turn from sweet to sour tastes

using her for them

They steal her away

As they take what isn't theirs

They make her fears real

Grins turn upside down

Turning giggles into cries

Reaching for true love

She gasps and grasps hard

Looking for sweetness once more

Coming up empty

Run! sweet little one

Go back to the laughter days

Love the little girl

Reach hard for her heart

Then take her small hand in yours

So precious once more.

Cheering you on,

Dr. Jenn