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Secrets In The Heart
…I was on top of the world, and I was with a man who loved the wild weed of me, and when he saw me judge another woman or another man, or the prostitute Little Bo Peep who hung on my front steps leading up to my apartment, he would say things to me.
He would say look how beautiful she thinks she is.
Or he said, Baby, you don’t know her story.
Or he said, she’s trying to get attention, let’s give her some…
I watched him glide with grace and love and kindness and forgiveness and laughter.
He saw something in me nobody else saw and I began to see it too…
He taught me to love the taxi driver who took us to the opera who had eight children who couldn’t make his rent. We gave him our tickets, a night at the opera and a check for what he would have made that night..
As a fledgling in training, I discovered each of them had a story I didn’t know, and every single person I judged or laughed at or decided who they were was me hiding from my own humanity…
Now when I look back on that time, I understand I was with a man who was my spiritual guide but he just looked like an electrician from Philadelphia….
When my friend said I should write the scene of me crawling into his open casket after he died, wanting my whole…
