I have so much to say. And so much seems to be caught.
I can feel my throat. Tight. Stuck.
It makes me feel the need to cry. This needs to escape.
Holding it in makes me feel sick.
I have something to say about a "documentary" I recently watched. I have something to say about the climate. I have something to say about the state of our culture. I have something to say about the hate that has captured us; taken us hostage. I have something...
I had a strange experience on Sunday evening.
I went to an event and the audience was asked to participate by sharing what we hoped to get out of the evening. The group seemed pretty quiet, but a few brave people shared. The facilitator of the event wanted a little more. The energy of the room was tense and apprehensive. I realized that no one else was going to share, so I put my hand up.
When I stood up to share, I caught the energy of...