Reading Alice Walker, Remembering Myself
I’ve been sitting with Alice Walker’s journals these days — not her novels, not her essays, not even the works the world praises her for. Her daily journals. The private pages she never wrote for applause, only for truth.
And I must admit something:
I have never read an entire Alice Walker book.
I’ve seen The Color Purple, yes. I’ve read the interviews, the articles, the commentary. But the books themselves? No.
And yet — she has always pulled me.
There is something about a woman who writes boldly about the world’s wounds and still insists on living on her own terms. Something about a woman who refuses to shrink her voice, her politics, her tenderness, her rage, her softness, her desire, her sensuality. Something about a woman who chooses herself, again and again, even when the world would prefer her quiet.
That is what drew me to her journals.
And now that I’m in them, I understand why.
Her vulnerability is not performative.
Her authenticity is not curated.
Her openness is not a brand.
It is simply who she is — page after page, day after day.
And reading her like this, in her rawness, has done something to me.
It has made me want to live differently.
To raise my own standards.
To be of service with more intention.
To stop playing small with my gifts.
To honour the life I’ve been given with more courage, more clarity, more truth.
Alice Walker has done her job well — not because she is perfect, but because she is willing. Willing to look at herself. Willing to tell the truth. Willing to stand in the fire of her own becoming.
And in witnessing her, I feel the invitation rising in me too.
To live on my own terms.
To write with my whole chest.
To show up with integrity.
To be brave enough to be seen.
To hold myself to higher standards.
Reading her journals feels like sitting beside a woman who has walked ahead aand is turning back to say, “Come. There is more for you.”
And I believe her.
A Call to The Rooted Series
And if you’re reading this and something in you is whispering, “Yes… I want this too. I want to return to myself,” then I want to invite you into Rooted.
Rooted is the space where we practice this work together — the unlearning, the softening, the truth‑telling, the remembering. It’s where we take off the masks we’ve outgrown and step into the woman we’ve been becoming quietly, patiently, beneath the surface.
If June is your month of authenticity too… If you’re ready to stop shrinking and start showing up whole… If you’re craving real connection, real clarity, real grounding…
Then come sit with us in this circle.
Bring your journal. Bring your heart. Bring the parts of you you’ve been hiding.
We begin again July 2026 — and I would love to have you there, rising in your own truth.