Sometimes I feel myself walking the border between things so much bigger and more powerful than I understand. From the second Rachel reached out to me, I could feel that whisper on my shoulders. It's a secret sisterhood language, consisting of no words, that only the ones who get it can understand. Rachel is fluent.
There is so much I could share about this woman and her remarkable life and family, but I truly feel like all I can do in this moment is pause, breathe slow, and allow the silence to simmer long enough to spell the story, letter by unspoken letter.
