I am choosing to spend my kindness very carefully towards certain people who have taken too much, doesn’t mean I will lose my instinct to want to be kind, and give people the benefit of the doubt until they prove me otherwise.
I don’t know how to love as deeply as I am called to. Maybe if I show up, returning again and again to this body, if I follow movement into prayer, presence and communion, I can join the revolution at hand.
I don’t need your permission to love, to dream, to connect with the plants and animals and spirits that are my birth right. You are not the sanctimonious bridge between me and the divine. You are not the mediator.