Two words
float, fly, and flit around,
overused:
“authenticity” and “passion.”
It’s a shame. Because their meaning and their expression in reality
is intensely, truly, most surely needed,
to be alive in the highest sense.
To be true, honest, and open in how we interact, with all that is in us. Our best effort. The open heart. No pretenses, no agendas.
Only moving in the honesty of our minds and soul-nature —
melted together to, without manipulation or self-levied protection,
putting ourselves out there…regardless of our endogenous fables and flaws.
Doing. For all to see. For all to embrace.
For all to take shots at.
(Ouch.)
Being authentic and passionate, honest and kind,
invites criticism.
(And it will come.)
Those who are truly brave are those who know the potential criticism and,
regardless of the fear of exposure, step into the unknown
with the gift of themselves riding on hope
that, somehow and someday,
those who need your love-gift most will open their palms,
letting their fingers relax and fall, to grasp, envelop, and own it.
And if they don’t. Well. That’s okay.
Because you did your part.
Writer, write.
Photographer, photograph.
Musician, play.
Dancer, dance.
Sculptor, sculpt.
Thinker, think.
Entrepreneur, create.
Regardless.
(I dare you.)
Authentic…
Love!
Ahhh, good. Best to you! *Thup
That’s why we’re all here – to live, love and create authentically… regardless! Nice to commune with folk who feel the same.
Likewise, Janice. Good to connect. *Thup
I agree, Erin 🙂 And that cup of coffee looks more like tea! lol
*Thup
LOL, writersideup! This was a late afternoon blend, light, with nonfat milk… after a couple pots of deep, rich brew that you can chew, a light cup seemed to be just the right touch for dusk. 🙂
THAT makes sense! Weak coffee lol