I find myself hard-pressed to disagree with Rumi, we’re blood relatives from the same energetic tribe, like the way the wings of the scapula mirror each other, those back body bones attached to our ribs, the structural cage whose job it is to keep safe our hearts.

I sort of want dignity and this dawn, and all of this life’s music. And maybe what we’re learning through the heart’s longings gives us dignity, reminds us too, of the respectability of our own humanity.