I've been on this site long enough to consider many of you my friends. When you post something that seems of significant concern, I do my best to respond with something that is not only apropos but also caring (sometimes wrapped in cute and witty but only if I think it will make you smile). A moment later, someone else will respond to your post and say something that makes almost no sense to me in regards to the original post, though their words are heartfelt and eloquent. So, I'll go back to the original post and re-read it. So many times, I will feel gobsmacked. My response may have been sweet and kind, but their response dug deeply into your concerns and offered insights and a level of compassion of which I was incapable of conceiving. It is as though we read the same post as though it was written in different languages. I'm only now beginning to become aware of that beautiful language that bonds so many sensitive and compassionate people inside Susan's. So many of you have a nonverbal gift, a mystical radar, that sees inside our hearts. And I am in awe of you. God willing, I will begin HRT in little more than a week. I'm hoping that HRT doubles as a linguistics tutor and someday I will not only understand this secret, sacred language, but also be able to speak it. Wish me luck. Until then, I'm not sure there is all that much wrong with cute, witty, and caring. For now, it's all I've got.
