Dear monisha, your writing is always full of soul invitations. I pause and linger over words, phrases, quotes. As I read, I felt tugged by feelings of love for my immigrant mother and father, whose hands led me in love, felt too the sadness of feeling a sense of difference when I desperately want to belong, the price of that, felt in my body the truth of Accepting myself and family, letting it all be with greater freedom and less clenching. Thank you always!
Dear monisha, your writing is always full of soul invitations. I pause and linger over words, phrases, quotes. As I read, I felt tugged by feelings of love for my immigrant mother and father, whose hands led me in love, felt too the sadness of feeling a sense of difference when I desperately want to belong, the price of that, felt in my body the truth of Accepting myself and family, letting it all be with greater freedom and less clenching. Thank you always!