This weekend, I sat outside. Hands planted behind me and my legs stretched out front, tiny blades of grass gently tickling at my fingers and ankles. And as I pointed my face toward the sky ...
“Nobody’s free until everybody’s free.” – Fannie Lou Hamer Who holds space for us? Who embraces our vulnerability? Who fights for us? Who shares our sorrow and cradles us through it? Who… Holds… Space… For… ...
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