 I want to connect in stories. I like YOUR story better. “Your” is anyone I meet really. The more story they share, the more I feel alive and connect, the more I can cherish them. But YOUR story is just that-YOURS, not mine. YOURs to live and hide or tell. So, I am trying to like my story too. But this is scary. I try to tell mine, but get embarrassed from my confusion, ugliness, drama, and stupidity dispersed throughout. But it is the only story I got to work with. Bursts and Risks I am choosing to write short "pieces" here and permit continual editing. I want to risk how I "look" for the sake of connection. Risk stepping outside of communication rules taught and surrendered to. There is a place for boundaries in friendships, homes, schools, workplaces, governments, and organizations. But I am bursting with the sensation that there is a place where whole stories are exchanged in quiet bliss. So I am trying 2 years of paid domain site as draft space to show my faith in his hope. Feedback Feedback is invited and valuable. Please keep it constructive, not critical. -LMJO | ___Says it better than I can. |
