I put some of the hard truths we ignore into an honest letter and published them where they could be found by those they were intended for.
Did so knowing I might not receive a response or that if I wanted one I might have to ask for it.
Posted several more because I started to flesh out my thoughts and felt it was as important to write as to be read.
Hell, I had no way of knowing for certain if they would be read because I was hopeful that it would be organic or at least as close to that as I could make it.
I have done things and gone places I never would have imagined or believed I could. I have moved heaven and earth and walked alone because I believed it was necessary.
The path was rarely clear and often painful with an objective I felt more than could see. Did my best to not have regrets and to accept what I could and to fight for more where I could not.
Don’t know if that was understood or appreciated, but I tried.
Sometimes it is not easy to strip it all away and look under the surface but it is necessary and important. It is the only way I know how to try to get answers to some critically important questions.
Took a look at Yeats’ Never Give All The Heart and some pieces by Blake and the Bard. They made me smile and I appreciated the craftsmanship.
Reminded me of the importance of being able to communicate with others and how sometimes feeling heard/understood is more important than almost anything else.
Connections that last in spite of everything are forever of interest to me. They fascinate me.
Some are like comets that for a brief time shoot across the sky leaving a bright, fiery trail that fades and others have more strength, like that of our moon.
It may be harder to see during the day but you always know it is there and if nothing else you have the certainty of knowing that by twilight it will make its presence known again.
Though it may wax and wane a bit it is a constant you can rely upon.
And that makes all the difference.
