When I stand alone on a hillcrest, watching the sun burn itself to sleep, and feel connection to something larger than my own story; when I breathe in Child’s Pose listening to Jeff Buckley’s 'Hallelujah' in my bedroom the night before yet 'another' eye surgery; when I sit on the gallery floor ...
No one can convince me that a woman doesn’t become even more beautiful, talented, successful, strong, happy, fulfilled and centered the older she gets. People will try to tell you differently, but I strongly believe that statistics are only important if you’re interested in becoming one of them.
How do we speak, not to the defenses and the armor, the puffed chests and bolstered cases, but to the innocent creatures beneath, rattled and confused? How do we step into the battlefield with curiosity, not to fight, but to call one another home? How do we call each other back to our own ...