Yaira EbanksJan 271 min readUpdated: May 3if a condor has the rightto choose his last flightwhy are we encouraged to fight
Patterns of BecomingIntentional Cycle My mother was ruthless, cruel, even a bit unknowable. I yearned for her, just not in the blows that delivered her...
Silent Healingmercy as defense I didn’t want to hurt people by letting them know that they hurt me. confession Eventually I shared my pain. Could...
before the erosionHe said I was like the sand, never the same. Just once, I’d like to run through his hands. To finally understand, to see, to feel, to get...