One day I was meditating, and I visited my little Sonya. I spent some time with her. I went up to her and asked her what she wanted. And little Sonya said, “I want to go home.” I was like “Oh, I’ll be your home. We are our own home.” It was really sweet and tender and beautiful. And little Sonya was like “No, chick. I want a plane trip to Pittsburgh, and I want a hoagie. Thanks for all your fluffy duffy therapized meaning, though.” It was this phenomenal moment of awareness. That need didn’t come from my head; it came from my soul, from the smallest parts of me. Sometimes the work is to not be
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