My words.
Try as I might, I am unable to sit still long enough to let
the words pour out of my fingertips into text.
The words, and the thoughts that cause them to rise up, are coming fast
and furious...too fast for my fingers to respond. Yet when I try to slow them
enough to allow them to flow into a state of visibility, they seem illusive and
hesitant.
I wonder aloud if they are just too sensitive, or shy, to be
written, as if they perhaps don’t want to be captured and memorialized. But then I suppose that could not be the
case, since they return often and flow so easily in dialogue. The words are comfortably there in
conversations with my spouse and with my good friends. They are honest and heartfelt. They are intended for truth telling and
soul-healing for both others and myself.
Then I realize that my thoughts, and ensuing words, are
really just being selectively introverted and only coming out in the presence
of people they know and trust. They
present themselves in dialogue even with people who have caused pain. It seems that my words have no problem at all
sitting with others, but are skeptical of the safety of full disclosure to
those that they might not know. Once
written, the words lose sight of the audience, forever having lost control of
the message.
I remind them that once released in dialogue, they have been
discovered and pulled from hiding already.
Therefore I will write.
Namaste' - Michelle
