Recently I witnessed a blustering through tears, at a perceived injustice.
Enola was attempting to manage her inner ecology by drawing on her smart phone.
When the words spoken by others were hurting her sensitive soul, she swopped modalities and began writing in her jotter.
She scribbled fast and furiously, and didn’t stop to judge
a single word of it, it felt powerful, as if she was reclaiming part of herself.
Others were present yet kept their own counsel. I noticed that she had passed her words to another, as they began to read, I seized my moment and invited Enola to voice her words. She did as I encouraged her to speak up for herself again.
“Heroism is endurance for one moment more”. George F. Keenan
