Come Truthing With Me
“It is better to whisper your truth than to shout a lie.”
It stopped me one night, just as I was pulling the covers back, ready to put my head on my pillow and dream.
A truth so undeniably ripe and irresistible that I left my pillow undented and went in search of something with which to capture it.
I sat in the dim light, with a pen and scrap bit of paper and I scribbled. The faster I scribbled, the faster the words came. Before I slept that night I had ushered into my world, not only a poem, but an idea.
The idea that I might have a little space to share what is true for me. And to invite you to uncover what is true for you. And to welcome the knowing that we need not share a truth to be a part of one greater truth.
And here you are, in that space. Won’t you come truthing with me?
We’ve been touched by a dragon. Now the dragon is flying free and it is time for me, and for all of us, to find wings of our own.
We know the time is coming. The time when we will have to let her spirit leave the shiny sleek black body, let the light die out of the round chocolate eyes, and let ourselves mourn her physical companionship that has meant something different to each of us, but so much to all of us.
But that time is not now. Now is the time for treasuring her.
I do want. I don’t just want to do writing. I don’t just want to be a writer. I want my truths to be loosed as words into the universe, like crystalline snowflakes; no two the same no matter how similar the arrangement of letters seem to be. I want to know that that they’ll be savored on a tongue, or become droplets on a bare cheek. I want to feel them absorbed into the waters of the world to reemerge reimagined by readers who will make of them their own truth.
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