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Who We Have Always Been

Photo by Bethany Ferr: https://www.pexels.com/photo/man-standing-in-front-of-a-woman-5177159/

After patiently—and often painfully—each of us, in our own way, untied all our inner knots during our many years of silence, what matters now is not so much seeing each other, but telling and listening, so that through the puzzle of our hidden lives, we may reveal the radiant image of who we have always been…

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