I have a little more work to do. For all my excavating and enlightening and understanding, there is still one little rip left to heal in regards to my experience of being molested as a child. Forgiveness. I need to forgive myself and I need to forgive him and until I do, I won’t be free. I love the idea, the notion of pure compassion for my abuser and most of me truly wants that, but all of me has to want it and I have to give it freely and purely.


So proud of you. Everything has a message for us.
Wonderful.
What an amazing story this is. The insights. The writing. The woman you're growing into with each new peeling away. Blessings and love to you.
Nice.
This is really beautiful Kari.
Love.
xo
MO'N
Jaysus! That is brilliant so it is xx
I like your style of prose and eye for detail. The metaphor linking food preparation to catharsis is really powerful. Well done.