I took this picture at Toronto’s Pride Parade – of a man dressed as a princess, and a young boy in a bountiful skirt. I’ts a moment of rapture, captured on every face in the crowd. Not to see it is to be blind to love. Which, when it beckons, we must follow even if the path is hard or steep.
As I reflected on love and fear and freedom and policies, my thoughts followed their inexorable path to my South African upbringing and how it had tarnished me.
100 Crunches 