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There is solace in this room. I am lost and can rest here. I am angry and can incubate here. I am full of love and can dispense it here. I am unsteady and confused and can be comforted here. I am in pain and can forget it here–it becomes as the passing air currents, the candle light on the altar, the inside of me. It becomes what my body is, the pain that settles into each atom; held by acute tension, fed by fear and habit. Here, in this room, it grows and will speak; will become honored in its own right because it calls me to myself, it asks for care and honoring, it asks for respect and love. Just for once. Just now. - Rucy Mandel
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