…her brutal truths and long silences which she would wield as weaponry, had been ground down, curved softly into conscious wisdom.
I ascended slightly. I wanted to feel the pain of the full wind coming at me. I wanted to test the strength which I knew I had and therefore, was no test at all.
As I talked, I still felt a bit like the observer, documenting myself and my actions while reminding myself to speak not as a victim but as a proud woman and graceful lady.
The beginnings of flight are incredibly awkward-looking…