Category: Courage

Our fellow humans can be beautiful, inside and out. And when we connect with someone authentically it’s like a gorgeous symphony and life seems to fall into place. Our fellow humans are also vanity driven, they have agendas and act to further that rather than really connect. And when this is revealed, it hurts. Especially if you don’t see it coming.

My intention is always that and I put my best foot forward. I do understand, at a conscious level, that each and every one of us is fighting a hard battle and that, beyond a shadow of a doubt, everyone is doing the very best they can, in the moment, with what they have. That is, when the fire in me does not sweep me off my feet like a tornado and carries me to a land far, far away, where I am barely recognisable, even to myself.

I have always waited for a knight in shining armor to rescue me … from me. As a young child and then a troubled teenager, living in a head full of dreams and a home riveted by trauma, there was always a crack of hope in the darkness within, letting a light I could not precisely distinguish trickle in.

We are used to everyone talking at the very same time, louder and louder, trying to upstage each other in a race of our own making. When it is in fact the silence, the allowing of space and the real listening that will ever get us anywhere.

Unless they are within the very small circle of my intimate friends and chosen family, it takes so much energy from me to be real with people, to listen and focus, to offer some of myself, to filter my words, to trust and be vulnerable and potentially have to recover from a kick in the behind every so often.

Fear has been walking alongside of me and inside of me this entire week. It has rationed my meals, fragmented my sleep and stopped my