Yesterday, I saw my walls – the wooden walls I am holding up against the world. They are at least three feet thick!
What are these walls for? I’m desperately trying to protect myself from the roughness, the pain, the heartache that living in our current reality usually brings. I’m resisting any real contact with the world, from a deep, old fear of being crushed, maimed, destroyed. I imagine that if I let go of my walls, and let them... Read More
