Without a You there can be no I.
We find true knowing in the body.
When we cause harm to others, we cause harm to ourselves.
What are these songs of exile that we sing?
How do we understand each other when we are mysteries, even to ourselves?
The emptiness of silence can contain so much, if we allow its presence.
To know how we belong to the world, we must first learn how to belong to ourselves.
When we walk barefoot, we find the grace to accept that we belong to nature.
To be embraced is to join our suffering together, and in that communion find solace.
To rope up is to commit oneself fully to a team. In that commitment, there is magic.