For ten years now, I have been privately practicing blog writing and composing presentations. I’ve learned by not forcing skill and just letting inspiration gently guide me.
(It wasn’t easy, as I do have a headstrong temper!)
Over time, I have noticed reoccurring themes and tendencies – as well as experienced unexpected and sometimes daring revelations.
I did not realize my efforts would lead to my beginning to put aside camoflauge and allowing others to see my vulnerabilities more directly.
I thought I would always keep to myself – perhaps someday publishing under a pseudonym. However, the heart can only contain so much anguish when denied what it seeks and deserves.
If I cannot love all those I cherish, I must love the world. It needs my – and all of humanity’s – care to heal it.
I am capable of loving on many levels simultaneously, but my life’s circumstances seem bent on partitioning my love into zones.
