I shared my 'me' and you gave me your 'you' and we became 'us'. We became an 'us' that had lines and edges and soft corners and overlap and space.
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 ...