“There’s no secret fold within my feeling, no pleat where I force myself to stow a slip of paper that says ‘shame’ on one side and ‘weakness’ on another.”
“I was born happy but when anything that is large, alive and wild gets hurt and confused, I feel so sad, and I notice that I wish I could nurse big scared things.”
“My vulnerability is natural and permissible and beautiful to me, and it should remind you of your responsibility to behave like a friend to me and the world.”
“If you let me onto your land, I might be very wild, and I will not be able to totally change myself, but you can always track me by the tinkle of my lively clamor.”