Loving yourself is being honest with yourself and then giving yourself the space to heal and transform.
What medicines do not heal, the lance will; what the lance does not heal, fire will.
There were about three other homes after that, but I was barely present. I had learned to hide well. I don’t mean to sound breezy about all this, but I actually don’t recall much outside the deep aloneness I felt when I was apart from my books.
A revolution is interesting insofar as it avoids like the plague the plague it promised to heal.
