Today I bow with deep heart-spilling-over thanks to my sisters who mother me. The women, who -- like me -- have no mamas to turn to. The women who hold me up when I need to be held, who listen completely when I need to be witnessed... the women who know how to nurture this motherless mother, ...
Instead of becoming a part of one group in the world, I became a part of all groups. Up on that mountain, I gained a perspective wider and clearer than any I’d ever experienced being down in the world of social acceptance and conformity.