I thank you, my fear. Without your guidance I would never know what it’s like to rise from the burning ashes The fire I thought would surely destroy me.
The lines and crevices in my hands speak of stories. I cannot remember how they began. I have no idea where they will end. I only know that I am them and they are me. It is these stories which I know I must honor. These truths which I must bear witness to.
You make me want to learn Morse code, so that if we were ever bound and gagged and held hostage, we could tap out a plan to save ourselves and everyone else, and if the plan went wrong, I could spend the last moments of our lives looking at you and batting 'I love you' with my eyelashes over ...
We need one another. This need runs deep through the ancient marrow of our bones. Belonging is woven through our DNA. We belong with and to one another. We want to move with the wisdom of our Supreme Sister -- Mother Nature -- guiding our every move. We need our sisters’ strength.