The sheet breaks loose from the gurney and the plastic mattress lurches up like a belch when I curl myself fetal. I struggle to position myself away from my body. To push my synapses away from muscle and bone and receptors and find solace in the quiet hush of a body without pain. But the agony lives in me. How does one escape what hurts from the inside out? Continue Reading... …
a student of grace, seeking wonder, becoming fluent in the language of hope
Footer
