The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.
In my real home, elephant deaths are a complex and beautiful affair. We honor our loved ones, just as humans do. I was robbed of this rite of passage.
I can’t recall feeling angry with Dad for his death, perhaps that is still to come. I have felt angry that I’ve had to deal with any of it at all.
The natural desire to realize our full potential has to come from our deep intelligence and not our desperate need to please and to fit in.
Some of my suffering though was bought about by my absolute inability to accept the circumstances of my life and surrender to what lay in front of me.