I’ve been making some efforts to confront prejudices lately and let people speak for themselves. It’s been enlightening all in all. Lots of hills, miles, booze, and some hugs. The hugs make me happy.

A distant friend asked me what I’m afraid of. Hurting someone, or getting hurt.

I’ve been talking to her about that, and we’ve both agreed that I can’t be afraid of battles that are only manifestations.

All the same, this sounded awfully familiar.