My favorite arts festival is halfway over and I haven’t gone to see any plays. Really, I haven’t even ventured beyond the property where I live in the last week. I touch the walls holding two thoughts. One is a heavy gratitude for the feeling of safety I’m cultivating in my nervous system, the bigger questions I am afraid to ask. The second feeling come…
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