Last night, my dream wizard had me working in a voting station. I looked up and a woman pulled her blouse back and flashed me. While that might seem like a nice dream wizard move, this one was different.
The woman flashed her scar from a mastectomy. And her blank look portrayed a complete range of emotion. We just looked into each other’s eyes. I saw hatred, and fear, and need, and defiance, and resignation, and loss, and loneliness, and my/our complicity in the destruction; I still see the look.
Later, I held her in my arms. It was my best response, but I knew it was not enough.
So I invited her into my circle of friends. This includes you, of course. She needs us all.