Having a mother named Love helps gloriously when your father is named after the monstrous wolf Fenrir, brother of Hell and the World Serpent, son of evil personified.
Now that this tangled tenor of trauma and badness, devils and demons, malice and virulence, seems to have unravelled itself, I’m excited over and surprised by the ease with which we are able to shed those chains, feared yesterday but irrelevant today, who knew.
Being good matters !