We must all stop dying in the little ways,
in the craters of hate,
in the potholes of indifference -
a murder in the temple."
-Anne Sexton-
wonder that I may now separate the two..l am coming to know so many new words - words that
have been in me to know since I was born. They stare back at me when I brush my teeth, and
lie gently on my lips as I go to sleep. It has taken me a full twenty years to appreciate the
fullness of my hips. It will likely take twenty more before I appreciate it without quiet reproach.
To understand that mind and body are one and the same, and not separate them into self,
and the enemy, is to be whole. As I come to view myself as an entire being, rather than a
collection of misplaced pieces, I also come to believe that I am worthy of the love, time, and
attention of other whole beings. I see the need to forgive oneself at the end of each day,
rather than lie awake and judge - tearing at the already fragile fabric of the ego. It's as if all of
the lessons the wonderful people of my life have tried to teach me are only just now falling
into place...We must understand that we are whole beings, responsible for our actions. We
are all unique and sentient. We are worthy of that which befalls us.