sometimes we are our own best inspiration.
I’ve often said that I wish I could write more honestly. Here we are, you and I, on my blog. It’s mine because I started it. I manage it, I write it, both sporadically- and, I can delete it. However, it’s yours too because it’s public.
That’s the whole idea isn’t it? To publically speak our minds, tell our stories, invite and or find a community that can belong to us and in turn, that we can belong to. To release this demon called “author” that dwells in our bellies, our minds, our hearts. To do that, which if not done, feels as though it has taken us over and will, if not expressed, leave us for dead. We come here to express…to not feel alone…to be alone. In a world of six billion people, 67 isn’t so many. 1 million isn’t so many. Gratitude is not of the masses…
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