I used to be Exceptionally quiet and shy and not say a word to Anyone, then I moved into a space where I was hungry to Splurge out into the world. I had Such a desire to spew and purge out Everything that had been held within that wanted its expression and form and emergence. There was SO much Abundance within me, So many opinions on Everything, So many thoughts. Not necessarily right or wrong and sometimes clashing or juxtaposing the other, so the fluidity of expression confused some people who Always hold a firm, fixed view on a matter and expected me to do the same.
Right now, I write, I write a Lot. But I write it quietly and intimately for my own heart medicine. Not Everything needs to be shared. I no longer crave to be somehow finally heard and understood by anyone external. There is no validation required, no seeking for any comment – positive or negative. I write for the Pleasure of it, for the dialogue with the page as a dear companion in a life of deep solitude.
This freedom that emerges invites whatever the soul Really needs to say. Without care for correct grammar, spelling, or even making Any sense whatsoever. Just a movement of energy that feels So good and So good not to share.
There is more and more simplicity. More Quietness. More unwinding and unraveling. So much and so many layers and it takes it’s own time, no one elses. No force, no effort, no push. Just the sweetness of tenderness, care and gentleness. The sort of delicacy that can be completely destroyed and obliterated by sharing too openly with too many who don’t see the fragile beauty and stamp on it.
So if I want witnessed, I tell it to the Trees, the Waters, the Rocks, the Clouds, the Mountains, the Earth… the places that Always witness and receive Everything without stamping on the magic of innocent truth.
A Wise Elder reminded me last weekend to whisper my stories to myself, to be very quiet. I remembered this piece that I wrote:
An Invitation
Do not tell your tale on Social Media or even to friends, family, loved ones…
People hear through their own filters/ conditioning / beliefs/ life experience…
They may misunderstand,
They may offer unsolicited advice…
They may unfollow or unfriend.
It is Rare to experience Presence and Witnessing.
So tell it to the trees, the rocks, the mountains, the rivers, the streams and lochs, the clouds and the rain.
Here you will be witnessed.
Here.
Here you will be heard and held and loved.
No answers, No solutions.
Just the presence and witnessing a soul screams for.