Writing & vulnerability
I’ve written my entire life. As a kid I wrote stories in my head staring at the ceiling in my bedroom. I kept a journal for as long as I can remember. I write when I walk, when I dream, when I listen and talk. But to share it is something different.
I’ve feared it to be self-indulgent, presumptuous.
Then, in this season of my life, the yield and the pull shape-shifted me.
The fear of being self-indulgent became a challenge to examine my own fragility. Presumption opened up to a karmic healing path. And here we are.