the tangled questions
When I probe into the tangled questions in my heart and examine the underbelly of it all, I feel like I cannot bear to look anymore. I feel like I cannot breathe.
Then a friend comes a long and tells me how brave I am and how much I inspire her or how much she loves the messes and I remember that I am loved and lovable and I look forward into my life with hope, eager to expose the silences and the screams.
This is why we need each other. To remember and see ourselves anew.
This is the gift of compassion and love.