{"version":1,"type":"rich","provider_name":"Libsyn","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.libsyn.com","height":90,"width":600,"title":"Nancy's Thoughts on Season One","description":"A podcast dedicated to exploring women's identity beyond traditional scripts My hope is for listeners to discover their own story in the lives of the women interviewed and cultivate love for themselves and those around them. Things I learned this season: 1 -- I didn\u2019t realize this Modern Day Flapper journey was really about how hard it is sometimes to be a woman pastor. 2 \u2013 I have the most amazing friends. 3 \u2013 Men have stories of how they can\u2019t live up to the traditional scripts too. It\u2019s hard for everyone. Season Two of Modern Day Flappers will be released in March of 2015. I am so excited about some of the women I have reached out to interview \u2013 but I am also thinking that I might interview a few men! Now I\u2019m going to talk about some of my favorite moments: Fran: \u201cI don\u2019t think you know who that woman is yet.\u201d You never know who will be inspired by the ashes\u2026 Heather Lefkowitz -- How do we make peace with scripts? Emily: Have you experienced the tension between: \u201cI need to not care what anyone thinks about me and I\u2019m so desperate for love and connection.\u201d Lis: \u201cLa esperanza es que se pierde lo ultimo\u201d \u2013 Hope is the last thing that you would loose. Betty Nixon: We need to invite someone who disagrees with us! How do you figure out your own style or voice?  \u201cNow I know what I\u2019m supposed to sound like.\u201d  Have you had that moment? Megan\u2019s interview held the most surprises! Carolyn German, "The status quo is allowed to step in and say 'you\u2019re crazy.'" -- Breaking a stereotype: You get to choose who you want to be! \u201cNow I Become Myself\u201d By May Sarton Now I become myself. It\u2019s taken Time, many years and places; I have been dissolved and shaken, Worn other people\u2019s faces, Run madly, as if Time were there, Terribly old, crying a warning, \u2018Hurry, you will be dead before-\u2018 (What? Before you reach the morning? Or the end of the poem is clear? Or love safe in the walled city?) Now to stand still, to be here, Feel my own weight and density! The black shadow on the paper Is my hand; the shadow of a word As thought shapes the shaper Falls heavy on the page, is heard. All fuses now, falls into place From wish to action, word to silence, My work, my love, my time, my face Gathered into one intense Gesture of growing like a plant. As slowly as the ripening fruit Fertile, detached, and always spent, Falls but does not exhaust the root, So all the poem is, can give, Grows in me to become the song, Made so and rooted by love. Now there is time and Time is young. O, in this single hour I live All of myself and do not move. I, the pursued, who madly ran, Stand still, stand still, and stop the sun! ","author_name":"Modern Day Flappers","author_url":"http:\/\/www.moderndayflappers.com","html":"