Say something true

Attunement to wholeness as liberation work

A new terrarium—mix of earth artifacts from Mt. Shasta and my Pittsburgh garden.

I can tell when I say something true.

I feel it emerge from the softest part of me. My cells open, release. My waters move and remind me of my own release. My voice shakes. My heart holding a baby bird, unnesting itself through my throat, my mouth, out into the world.

When th…