I often felt you are a strong woman.

I think there is a sort of collective feeling of hoping someone being able to make sense of this mess before it turns us all upside down.

I hope someone, or all us, are able to write or create a new narrative. But who in his own mind is willing to give up the old? I mean, does it been born, to exist, means that first you did not exist? Do we need to die to live? Is the seed less alive than the plant that will open up to be a flower to be cross-pollinated? Is the seed afraid to open up its shell?

Anyway, great to see your writing as always.

PP