Finally on my way to yes, I bump into all the places where I said no to my life. All of the untended wounds, the red and purple scars. Those hieroglyphs of pain carved into my skin, my bones. Those coded messages that send me down the wrong street again and again. Where I find them...the old wounds, the old misdirections. And I lift them one by one, close to my heart and I say, holy holy. -- Pesla Joyce Gertler