I wonder how we can dignify this human experience
our birth days and our funerals
our love stories and our tragedies
our collapses and our relapses
our wounds, scars and beauty
I don’t have the answer,
but I have this embrace I offer you each time we meet
I have this heart that beats and breaks like yours
I have this experience of being strong, weak, injured, alone, hopeful, dejected, empowered, pained
this experience of being human that I hold out as an offering
as the torch I sometimes carry for you and you sometimes carry for me
It’s a place to start.
It’s a conversation to have.
It’s a question to ask.
