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 love to see both the shadow and light... the spirit of adventure and enterprise in the Spaniard and the warlike fierceness of the New Indian.
The beauty of your presence makes me feel things I am so afraid to feel, for your love burns me even as it heals me, searing my scars formed so long ago.
By imagining my love for myself as a living being that needs safety, my tendency to be codependent becomes a healthy relationship with myself.