I did not know the valleys and forges that landscape a family, A unit, A wholly complicated venture. The moments I have uttered Yes. And the minutes, seconds, hours and yawning time of deep reflection and charged change when my soul put up hands to say, No, Not yet, I’m unsure. How do we/I grow…
All my beauty has been born from my rage. All the golden dawned healing, all the sacred touches of lineage, sacrifices, tears, bold and becoming has been birthed from that screaming place. The shame places, the sore, pussy wounds that were once covered, quieted and ignored. They ruled anyway. I saw myself as a giant,…