Compassion and suffering Welcome, my dear friend! This work that I have been doing, I started doing for an ultra-selfish reason. I long for connections with others and yet I have grown so tired of just talking. I have dreams and I have become so weary from the chasing. In a nutshell, I have been grounded by my body and the date of taking off remains elusive. Meanwhile the overwhelming urge to be seen, heard and companioned exactly as I am burns inside like wildfires. With great hesitancy and trepidation, and the pull and push of many hands that have touched me, I started the work of making this space to share myself. With the gift of time, this selfish work grows the way a tree grows. It grows in ways that are both perceivable and imperceivable. It grows from my work into our work, like magic, and it makes perfect sense. Because my vulnerability is not mine only, it is yours, hers, his, its, ours, theirs, everything's and everyone’s. Join me, in whichever way you would like to, in building a shelter for our vulnerable hearts.

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Last Updated: Nov 2024