Sophia: Vulnerable
From the moment I was aware of my imprisonment I knew I had a choice: I could become hard-hearted or I could be vulnerable. I could harden myself in an attempt to avoid further suffering. Or I could remain vulnerable and enjoy life. So many vulnerable creatures become...
Letter: We are like Pen Pals for Life!
Hi guys! Today I spoke at the Unitarian Universalist Church in town. There was a small group there… about 20 people. I gave a slide show presentation on “Questions are the Answer: Questions as Tools for Personal Growth”. It’s the topic of my book that I’m working on...
Sophia: Exposed
You will feel exposed. As I was. And still am. Because this is how I choose to live. When I made my escape it was like ripping myself free from all constraints. I left all my clothes behind, my given layers of protection. It left me naked and exposed. Exposed to the...
Sophia: Home
I looked back. And I didn’t turn into a pillar of salt. I looked back. When I escaped and I knew I had, I stopped in my tracks. It was a night just like this. The moon was full. The stars were bright. The night was cold. But I was free! I hadn’t felt this feeling in a...
Sophia: Leap
You just have to jump! Sometimes, like Kierkegaard wrote, you just have to make the leap! I took the existential dare. What a crazy image this is! Look at me jumping from a great height with only a rope in my hand. How far I must fall! I saw how far it was, and I...
Letter: A Free Gift of Sophia “Trapped”
I've been very busy working on my book. I'm also suffering from a terrible coughing cold this weekend. I've been trying to write a weekly letter to you, but nothing is working right now. So I hope that this gift to you will suffice for now. (I will send a letter this...
Sophia: Escape
All it takes is one small opening, and one small opportunity. Just underneath the straw in my cell I found a hatch door. My means of escape was always available to me. I just hadn’t seen it yet. My captors are busy playing their games, planning their next move,...
Sophia: Trapped
I am beautiful. I am free. I am wise. I am Sophia. How did I get here? How did I come to this? Why am I in these chains? Why am I locked in a dark cellar surrounded by things that degrade and dehumanise me? Especially words. Words that are meant to shame, subdue and...
Letter: Here’s to being ourselves in 2015!
Happy New Year my friends. I'm going to try to keep this letter a short one. I'm still recovering from the holidays. All three of our children were home and all we did was eat, drink, smoke, listen to music, make music, talk, watch movies, and caught a few hours sleep...
