Image: The Self-Sacrifice of a Father, painting by Jacques Sablet, second half of the 18th century.
Everyday you venture out onto the front line. We've never spoken about it, but I know you do it so that I don't have to. You're made differently somehow; complete and impenetrable. I'm like half a soul Searching for wholeness, Holiness. Needing time and silence to understand the state of my being. So wide open that the violence of the system touches every nerve. You understand that my spirit would be overwhelmed by its ways. The march alone would throw my rhythm and leave me sickening. Instead you pay my dues so that I can live the life I've been made for. The life we've all been made for. May be the time I use to figure it all out will mean that soon you won't have to fight anymore too.
This is beautiful, Naomi. It's a gift to be in partnership with another human who understands what a sensitive soul is all about. Sounds like a beautiful supportive relationship.