Thinking of Bas Jan Ader. I just read that he began his infamous sailing voyage on my first birthday. And in response to his piece ["I'm too sad to tell you"], there are those things too horrible to tell anyone really. They might have that secondary trauma thing, besides. Uck. There is the need to share a burden so that it is lessened. But today, processing some particularly foul first-hand trauma, I was advised to experience it, release it, get some divine help.

The latter could slip into the abstract, but fortunately for me I have excellent mentorship. A wise wise lady has been teaching me the basics at last. Here's to being a late bloomer!