Bees in the Courtyard
I am grateful for my experience; I get to wear my boots again, but this doesn’t mean that I’m not…furious.
I am grateful for my experience; I get to wear my boots again, but this doesn’t mean that I’m not…furious.
If nothing else, I am compelled by this lived experience to remind you of your responsibility as a human to love fiercely and relentlessly, and to listen sincerely and without judgement.
I think at that time, I had hope, faith that if I showed up and faced whatever needed to be faced, I could thrive.
Rigidness drives us to sequester in thought silos at our detriment and the detriment of the collective. Part of taking back our freedom is reclaiming our relationships with each other, to stretch out of the silo as if to feel the sun for a change.
The value of it, of being fully present in a conversation is clear to me, but it does take an intentional willingness, a commitment to be vulnerable.
Each time there occurred an event with some charge to it, I learned from it and grew
this is how writing helps to bring forth difficult knots into the light of day to be loosened with psyche’s teeth and my faith in the process.
If I can make even one person feel supported, like I’m speaking their language, then it’s all worth it; this is why I am on the planet.
as if we were to blame for having been around to have suffered it; our struggle, a dismissible inconvenience.