Something about my experience on Sunday started me reflecting on levels of honesty. Very often I’m asked about my experiences and if there have been any bad ones. Honestly none of my holding hands experiences have been bad but they all have varying degrees of (dis)comfort, frustration and subtle adjustments to them. My hand holders energy on Sunday led me to say out loud reflections and feelings I have had which I have thought about but have never quite been ready to vocalise. Without knowing she offered more than she is probably aware of. I hope I offered her something in return.