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 Wednesday, 2 October 2019
Dear Owen, Christine and Hayley What brings me to the big room? Everything…. But specifically? Hope, fear, smallness, shame and mystery. Voices that I want to hear. And service. Always service. I write this in the early morning after a dream where I am covered in caterpillars that already look like butterflies. I go outside and carefully place these creatures onto tall plants that I know will nourish them. As the stories we live by crumble, I feel the tension between the letting go, the holding on, the wish for change and despair of what that could mean. |
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