Today I listened as a young woman I love shared her perception of things as they currently stand between herself and her mother. Her words came to me through the phone, carefully chosen, and I listened to what was said and what was left unsaid. And I heard, amid the intellectual, sophisticated language, a longing for a common tongue; for mutual understanding; for that sacred place where we drink from the same deep well.
To offer, to receive. To receive, to offer.