Wednesday 22 June 2016

The hardest thing each day is to climb out of the prison of insignificance and with all the sweat of effort and uncertainty still keep the tenderness within. I used to think it was like that for all women. I'm not so sure these days. I see lots of proud confidence and effortless joy. I'm simply not sure I always see the truth there. To the outside world, I possibly also look confident and joyous, at least some of the time. I hope we will all catch up to genuine confidence and joy, and I hope it will be sooner rather than later.

I sent you magical handholds and footholds and colorful climbing ropes today.

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