The person who snatches the glove rarely understands what is beneath. Anna releases the literal winter within Elsa in a heated moment. Elsa takes that unwanted first step into the unknown, toward finding-out what she's capable of doing-- forced to embrace the risk of loss. I never wanted that moment, either. I know what it feels like to be a storm pretending to be a statue; to try to hold 'the stage'; to believe that life depends upon a glove. She loses control. They call her a monster. She flees. Her fears come true and even worse. Feel that with me.
Mr. Ms. [Respectable-Person], I know you are on a journey with the Palestinian question -- and I have known. It's not an easy journey. My journey has been trying to develop the maturity to be helpful on that journey. It's a process that I have not finished. I know it: I only, just now, saw… Continue reading An Open Letter about recent Palestine-conflicts