Permission to Proceed
An ode to the indomitable, incomparable bell hooks
There is a feeling, sometimes. And though I call it a feeling, I can’t quite put my finger on it or even describe it. I suppose that’s the purpose of a feeling, no? To describe the indescribable?
Let’s call this a feeling of a feeling — one you can’t explain, but it’s there, deep and in your bones. You feel it, but…