I've decided to post poetry. I have a journal of poetry that dates back thirty years. I can't believe I just wrote that. Firstly, because it's been thirty years, and secondly, because I've been keeping it to myself for so long. Poetry has always felt like the innermost part of me, the deeply secret awareness of my being, and I instinctually protected it. But, protected it from what? Criticism? Abuse? Indifference? Rejection? Or just my fear of these things? I am taking bold action this year. I am shifting into the mindset of cooperation over competition. I am sharing. I am doing this because sharing is the lightning pathway to the inter-connectedness of all things. It is bold, it is scary, it is beautiful, and it is a necessary part of my evolution. I don't know if my poetry is any good, but right now, bold trumps doubt.
"Our meaning is to create a world equal to the Potential of Humanity in which each person can create their gift and express who they are." - Barbara Marx Hubbard