There's a felt tension when trying to remain hopeful without denying what's happening, or trying to remain honest about what's happening without hardening against the world altogether. We've grown accustomed to treating those impulses as opposites, yet they often arrive together, because the anger is only possible when the love is real, and the hope only stays honest because something in us refuses to look away.
This week's reflection @ https://emotus.substack.com/p/permission-to-be-seen





