In Humanness
When in the pit of self-doubt, honest questioning, and heartache, what do you crave hearing?
Take Every Rite of Passage
What privilege do you have? And what can you see by or because of it?
When in the pit of self-doubt, honest questioning, and heartache, what do you crave hearing?
What privilege do you have? And what can you see by or because of it?
What constrains you to the point of letting beauty pass you by?
Do we, or do we not share commonality of experience?