I think of the children who will never know, intuitively, that a flower is a plant’s way of making love, or what silence sounds like, or that trees breathe out what we breathe in.
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Leah Truth is the pseudonym of a writer who lives in western Massachusetts, where she teaches courses in writing and self-inquiry. She also maintains a private healing practice that combines hypnotherapy, shamanism, and Buddhism.
I learned many things from my parents. They taught me the subjectivity of truth; they made it impossible for me to arrive at a single, definitive version of any story. They showed me the traps minds make for themselves, and how the early wounds can calcify and warp, weaken and deform the eager, ardent child brides and grooms in all of us.