Recognizing a milestone, reflecting on change, letting my history and my gratitude fill me up.
I stumbled upon this yearbook at work. It’s Les Bois (The Woods) from Saint Mary-of-the-Woods College, 1958.
I have a picture in a book. It’s for the Learning to Love You More project, an experiment of Harrell Fletcher and Miranda July.
What is it that makes people want to voluntarily share bits of their privacy with the world? What is that impels someone to toss into a swirl of bits and bytes all of the pain they hold, the random musings, the very love they make?