Raw Meat: Ruminations on Love, Acceptance, and Life
St. Gertrude’s Best Unspoken Sermon
I once heard a woman, let’s call her Susan, say that she’d been “raw meat” for an intense, transformational two-year leadership program that we were in together. She seemed to have it all: a great job, a prestigious education. Money. Professional respect. She was like E.F. Hutton: when she talked, we all listened. But I hadn’t seen there were things going on beneath all of that.
She was saying there was more to her story, that we couldn’t see the whole picture, that she felt like uncooked muscle tissue before a hungry apex predator. At the time, I understood her raw meat statement intellectually. Today I understand it personally.
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