My friends allowed me to be vulnerable in their arms, wiping my tears and assuring me that they would love me even as my unpredictable and messy emotions came to the surface. They did not wish to control me, nor were they threatened by the honest displays of my emotion. As they massaged my hands and my feet, I learned that loving communion is finding new ways of sharing safety and ensuring mutual liberation. Finding people who honor your full multidimensional self is not easy, but when you do, you have begun relearning love, and you have found chosen family.
