The smaller field shelter was a handy retreat when the heavens opened.
I’d come out clothed for a sunny morning alpaca round. And the farmhouse was too far a dash.
Standing here, looking at a different, more enclosed view, I wondered about the conversations we need but often avoid.
Is it because we have a fear of not being heard? Or of being defeated or shamed. Or is it something else?
What if we shifted our story about who we are and the foundational motivation of the other?
Pause. See differently. Re-story 🌿