The sound of one hand clapping.
“A house divided against itself cannot stand.” . . . I am that house. My body is torn between the desire to love, and the need for truth… two values at apparent war. I hear the sound of one hand clapping.
A world watches the peaceful transition of power, but wonders what it might cost. I hear the sound of one hand clapping.
We say goodbye to a President and First Lady who embodied authenticity and grace- half the country in torment, the other half in pain. I hear the sound of one hand clapping.
I now know the sound of one hand clapping. It takes the stillness and silence to hear the beating of the heart.
“A house divided against itself cannot stand.” . . . I am that house. My body is torn between the desire to love, and the need for truth… two values at apparent war. I hear the sound of one hand clapping.
A world watches the peaceful transition of power, but wonders what it might cost. I hear the sound of one hand clapping.
We say goodbye to a President and First Lady who embodied authenticity and grace- half the country in torment, the other half in pain. I hear the sound of one hand clapping.
I now know the sound of one hand clapping. It takes the stillness and silence to hear the beating of the heart.