In April 2012, I overdosed. I was living in San Francisco and had started therapy. I had been very near that point for a long time, but a combination of starting therapy and watching/feeling a lifetime of trauma surface to fly around me…
We forgive and we move forward – because there is no relief found in clinging to what doesn’t match our needs. There is no joy, in trying to make situations or people become what they aren’t or what they never could be.
Communion is not when we reach out to another, join them in their space, dump the contents of our soul and lose ourselves. Communion is holding so strongly to the self that we are concentrated essence moving through space.
There were no banks. The wealth of one person was banked as memory. The wealth of one family was banked as progeny. The wealth of one tribe was banked in stories. The wealth of one story was banked in continuity.