Silence is safety
If you don't say anything, no one can get you on anything.
They can think all they want, but they got nothing.
You can hide. You can be as invisible as you need to be.
I have been silent in this warm world of bloggers.
It is nothing about any of my strong and supportive blogger friends.
It is me, digging deep and coming up short.
It is me, lost and preferring to stay lost.
When you are lost, you are in survival mode
and I am lost.
I am in survival mode.
It's not about work, although work can suffocate me.
I don't know what it is about but I am hoping summer will reveal secrets.
I crave safety right now.
Not the physical safety. That has never been my issue.
I crave what? emotional safety?
What the hell is that?
And how do you find it?
Sounds so trite.
Sounds so weak.
Nope. Not me.
I just want you all to know that I am still here. I am practicing silence and listening to the fish
so that I can hear.
I want to hear what it means to be the salt of the earth.
I want to hear what is ordinary.
I want to hear about predictability and safeness and
what does it sound like to take risks.
Does courage have a voice?
If yes, I want to hear that voice.
I want to hear what it feels like to be alive.