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There was a time when Jane could fly.  She remembers the feeling of lifting off, of being held up by something light and soft yet strong, not like water, not like air— indescribable. Yet there she was, floating high above all that she had known on earth—the rooftops, the streets winding past her small town,…

These empty months, these careful steps taken, keeping distance.  All of this is taking a toll.  I feel like my life has shrunk. I have a shrunken head.  I am less than I was. And yet my hunger is greater.  I feel thirsty and hungry, all the time.  Have I been in a desert alone—hot…

Her head is like a constant reminder that not all is right in her world. She stretches her neck back and forth—gingerly—such a vulnerable stem, the neck, a pathway to this war zone, this trouble spot.  There must have been a time when her head was just a head—a place to memorize facts about history…

I am so longing for physical contact, I can barely stand it.  Her arms, feel long, and sinuous, like snakes or slender tree branches, feeling each breeze, responding to the warm caress of air. White hairs sparkle in the sunlight. She feels each root hidden under her skin, but tingling, answering, reaching out for more—more…

I think we don’t even know how much pressure we are feeling just by living in this world right now. It’s like being battered by waves on the sea, lifted and smashed down –out of control. We need to go deeper down below the level of the relentless waves to a constant, to a familiar…

There’s more fear in the atmosphere, but also more outrageous acts of love. Is this what has been asked from us all along? Our hearts bursting open, our lungs aching to remind us that we need to breathe? We need to open our hearts wider to ourselves and others… and to this magnificent planet.  How…