Zeno Mountain Farm, Lincoln, VT, photo credit: Cadwell Collaborative
I walk down the street,
my spirits high.
Yet I can still feel the eyes boring into me.
questions, judgments, assumptions
It's not like I'm not used to this.
It happens a lot.
I don't feel like giving a mini TED talk to explain.
There's the "You're so inspiring"
but I don't need a medal for living my life.
I feel as if my disability
is written on my forehead.
Although there's lots of judgment
in my regular life,
in the summer, it all melts away.
Zeno Mountain Farm is my escape,
my safe place.
There, people can relate to me.
At Zeno, I am not my disability.
We all feel valued, and feel dignity.
There is so much love in this little community.
I wish there was that much love in the whole world.