the women are talking

Just caught a heated exchange on the View, the gals are slinging it across the table. The anger is flying, and our ladies can barely contain it. Baba had to claim the high road to calm the scene down. Let's just look at what's real here. Anger is rampant, and a perfect inroad to the pain that lies lurking beneath. Why are we mad? Injustice? Karma claims it's all fair, even though we can't see the whole picture. Pain pain pain...it's a collective hurting that wants a healing, it's ours for the embracing. We're not our bodies and we're not our wounds, we just think we are. How do you like me now?