It’s the job of a hero to stand a strong wind, invincible against a dark sky, giving us pause to reflect on the sum of our inadequacies and hopes too precious to name. Could I be that strong, that resilient, with decades behind me and a dwindling future? She holds her ground, with steady eyes and no apology. Our lesser nature demands that we measure ourselves with cold calculation and doubt, though the hero makes no claims against us. Without blame, she holds an open space beside her. Step up, she says. There’s room.
Anna Blake at Infinity Farm