a story about fitting in

a young girl, only twelve or thirteen, she wanted friends, dance, ballet a teacher, old, tired, bullied, terrorized she didn’t like him either I needed her for him there, then and she did stand up strong, a warrior of light, feeling that she didn’t fit in the years went by, she left her home, racism,Continue reading “a story about fitting in”

Independence Day

“What comes to mind?” “Alone.” “Again? Really?” “Yes, it does, for me, but now in a good way.” “Ah… yes” “There’s freedom, too. From thought, from orienting myself on someone else, his and her expectations of me, perceptions and ideas maybe, rather than be independent for him- and herself and more of that every day.Continue reading “Independence Day”