I remember sitting in a café in Berkeley days before my 25th birthday contemplating this significant milestone. I had purchased a beautiful new journal with two goddess-like figures on it, dancing in the air with their wings outstretched, hands embracing in a big circle. On page one I wrote,
The two almost identical-looking women on the cover of my nth journal are me and myself. They beg me to unite, to complete and to express. To live. Continue reading Two girls dancing