I used to help with my whole body My whole being. I’d welcome with a smile and the bend of my knees to greet the child. Children would approach with an ease. They’d hug, they’d pull on my sleeve, they’d grab my hand. Now there is this awkward moment that stands between us. If IContinue reading “My eyes hurt”
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being
I lay on the ground like a pretzel as she spoke the words… What’s it like to just be? I thought about the people I want to know. The clients…the kids…my friends… My parents, my sibling, my loves. I’ve spent so much energy learning what their being is like. What drives them? What scares them?Continue reading “being”