
…ere we go. We look at our partners and our children and our parents — and we say that we love them. What we really mean is that there was a moment — just a moment — where we really saw who they were, beneath it all. The truth of them. We recognized ourselves in them, and themselves in us, and maybe all of existence in that act of recognition, too. And that moment, as evanescent as spring, stunned us into perfect silence.
…you will falter. You’ll stumble over your words. Everything will come out wrong. Ah, how beautiful. There you are, growing, stretching, reaching into the sky now. Crooked like a branch, torn like a petal. That is maturity. So understand that there are no missteps when we are learning to be our fullest selves — there are o…