All who want to die in any given moment feel crippling disconnection... but the silence of shame and the disease of perfectionism keeps us from saying it.
What if I had made this trek with Mama? We probably wouldn’t be starving to death. More hands meant more to do all the work of creating this little home.
Do you automatically show up when your people need you? Or are you too busy with... what? What are you so busy with, that kids being killed is acceptable?
My level of compassion rose for anyone who commits acts of violence out of fear. And as I looked for ways to honor the snake-being, I found a commitment to take my spiritual discipline to a deeper level.