I am incredibly loyal, almost to a fault. I try to see the best in most situations, even when I hear myself justifying.
I walk a tenuous line, solitude my necessary companion. But at its core is my incessant desire, probably my ego, to be noticed and seen, all without any risk to myself. Not really having to put myself out there because making an effort allows vulnerability to step forth and ego to step aside.
It's a theme these days that extends well beyond my creativity and into every aspect of my life. A reminder of my word for the year, which I've been reflecting on of late. The juxtaposition of the word I chose last year, blossom, and this year grow, nestled into all that has unfolded this year, bursts forth into an untried, pristine garden.
In order for me to be present, I first have to show up for myself. That includes blind faith and trust; knowing that the foggy feelings that persist are my way of knowing what I need.
