She uncoiled from her spinal roll and stood a moment in silence while he watched. “Audacity lives in the middle of my chest, maybe in my sternum,” she said, delighted with her discovery.
He blinked once, twice, shaded his eyes with one large hand and then rubbed at his eyes with his thumb and middle finger. It was his version of an eye roll, and she was used to it.
“So, what are you learning about all this? What does it mean for your practice?” he asked, edgy with barely veiled impatience. He was trying to intimidate her back into their shared reality that was mostly his.
She stared at him now. She wouldn't be dissuaded from her strengths. “I’m learning where my audacity lives and how to access it.”
Now he puffed his cheeks and exhaled loudly and lowered his head.
“Let me show you,” she said.
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