Finding my self in the heap
Something is going on. I have felt it for a long time. I finally decided to do something about it, but instead of turning inside
We circle.
I write this to you from a place of raw vulnerability. I am still fresh from the experience and so I write to you. I write to get out of my head. To put it into an existence other than my own. I write to give it energy and life so it may live and breathe on so it stays alive. I give you this experience because my
She Surrenders.
She stands tall. Naked and vulnerable. Open to the elements and unforgivably strong to the wind. She bares her imperfections. She realizes now they make up her soul. It wasn't always this way. This knowledge. This trust and faith she has year after year. She remembers the first time she was stripped down. To the bare branches. It was cold and she felt vulnerable and open. Open to criticism of
Me.
I kept searching for this perfect blog post. Like it would come in a dream, and I would wake up and angels would sing and I would frantically write it down in my journal and poof! there it was. It didn't happen like that. If fact, it didn't happen at all. 6 day, 48 hour work weeks for 4 weeks will do that. So when I kept thinking