Coming to work on a Saturday morning. The ground still wet from grave dust control. Loader is busy. Ah nice my favorite loader. Looks as if I’m the only female on shift this beautiful morning.
My entire life we have all been led to believe our emotions are meaningless…
At what point did I start to feel fear? Fear of speaking, fear of communicating, fear of what people would think. How did this build up over my story so that we can be authentic in the world, so that we can have the courage to be who…