Both Love And Democracy Depend

Everything About Women Is In Perpetual Crisis.

Maybe Love Is Like Rain. Sometimes Gentle, Sometimes Torrential, Flooding, Eroding, Joyful, Steady, Filling The Earth, Collecting In Underground Springs. When It Rains, When We Love, Life Grows.

Pleasure Is A Sensation. It Is Written Into Our Bodies; It Is Our Experience Of Delight, Of Joy. ... Pleasure Will Become A Marker, A Compass Pointing To Emotional True North.

Trust Grows When Babies And Mothers Establish That They Can Find Each Other Again After The Inevitable Moments Of Losing Touch. It Is Not The Goodness Of The Mother Or The Relationship Per Se That Is The Basis For Trust; It Is The Ability Of Mother And Baby Together To Repair The Breaks In Their Relationship That Builds A Safe House For Love.

Both Love And Democracy Depend On Voice -- Having A Voice And Also The Resonance That Makes It Possible To Speak And Be Heard.