Having earned the right to this brief moment of your attention by living 67 years with the actuality and memory of physical abuse, I can now impart to you the secret of turning a lion into a pussycat, an adult victim of physical abuse into a human being again. (It may be the same with […]
Last Lunch at Cold Mountain
I’ve just passed through a shift so basic in my life that I didn’t know beforehand that the shift was available or possible. And I have to acknowledge a friend, whom I don’t want to embarrass by naming, who has modelled this way of being for me until I got it. Where do I start? […]