Who am I?
Who are you?
Who are we?
A dearest of my heart, a dear dear friend who knows all of my secrets (shhhhhh) told me today I seem so strong in these posts.
Am I this strong woman on the mountainside?
Am I the scared woman under the bed in Uganda?
I am all of that.
I am all of this.
I am all of me.
I am the woman you see at the store with a smile on her face and a longing in her heart.
I am the child with a dream to make it somewhere, somehow, some way.
I am the mother happily sacrificing it all for her children.
I am the artist in search of expression.
I am the person reaching out my hand to lift you up.
I am me.
I am all of me.
I am happyI am sadI am contentI am restless.
I am so very alive…
….and full….
And searching and living and loving and laughing and crying and yes yes yes, hide me under the bed, perch me on a mountain, let me live it all. I am no longer afraid of much these days because I am so busy embracing wonder.
How lucky we are to be weak, to be strong. To need help, and then to give it.
Be all of you.
” But the time came when I understood that I could no longer deceive myself, that I am alive, and cannot be blamed because God made me so, that I want to love and to live.”
–Anna Karenina, Tolstoy
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