The Crooked Path
⚛︎ “Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.” When she was a young girl, Rumi never quite fit in. She tried, until she didn’t. Something inherently hidden deep inside of her knew that she was never supposed to be fully accepted. She walked with a limp which never endeared her to other children. The limp’s origins, at first mysterious, manifested after she was bitten by a dog. A virus seeped into her joints and the limp followed. Although the clinical term for her ailment was septic arthritis, the village where she […]
