There's Only One Noon Yeah (WHERE'D YOU PARK YOUR SPACESHIP? Series Book 2)

by Rob Bell

And a place always needs a center. People need a center. Somewhere you go and see each other. Not your place, and not their place, a third place.

There is no THIS part and THAT part. There is only the WHOLE part-unbroken and seamless.

There are vast worlds that exist between women. Blood and bonds and wounds and tales and symptoms and secrets and strength. So much strength. All that accumulated love and loss and history that sits just an inch or so below the events and interactions of any given day. I was stepping into that stream in that moment, sitting there at that table.

In that moment I learned how to not cry. Because the only way to hear something like that and not be reduced to pure, undistilled heartbreak is to stand at a distance from your very own self.