Medea and Stumbling on Stones: Part II

Why did University of Toronto turn into a cemetery?

Surprised by my own strength, I marvel how unlike Medea, I managed not to come undone in what I don’t feel is an exaggeration a prolonged shredding of my soul, a test unlike any I could have imagined. I am infinitely grateful for the new friends I have made from abroad and reconnected with locally, led to in meeting as if by divine intelligence. As we e…