Climbed a mountain and I turned around...
Emily wants me to send her some of my kytheria.com blog entries for her book. Flattered doesn't even cover it. How can I describe the love I have for her and my other soul-sisters, those whom I have met (like Tahnee and Emily) and those I haven't (hello, Jennie), those who recognized something inside me and nurtured it with soul-sharing of their own? Love doesn't seem like enough, but know that I offer it with all the weight and emotion that it can carry.
So, wrapped in this Love and seeking Self from days past, I reopened the archives and started searching for the quintessential Shades of Grey post.
I came up empty.
How can I decide what to share, when each entry was a shard of the greater whole? I did not realize it at the time, and it is only now, two years later, that I see the natural progression of the story, for indeed it was a story, with a beginning and an end, and it begs to be experienced together. I could choose a technically superior piece, one that would make a creative writing teacher weep, but would it show my essence, as Emily wishes? Should I share only the soul and none of the anger, the fire, that moved me to create SoG in the beginning? I honestly don't know. Each entry is a piece of me, and while there are pieces I prefer to others, they all make up my Self.
I'm at a loss here.
I feel like an underachieving student, but I really think I'm going to need more time to pick something out. I had hoped that while reading, something would pop out at me, make me catch my breath with the knowledge that that was it, the perfect piece. Does that make me a naive fool?
...
Maybe I am.
So, wrapped in this Love and seeking Self from days past, I reopened the archives and started searching for the quintessential Shades of Grey post.
I came up empty.
How can I decide what to share, when each entry was a shard of the greater whole? I did not realize it at the time, and it is only now, two years later, that I see the natural progression of the story, for indeed it was a story, with a beginning and an end, and it begs to be experienced together. I could choose a technically superior piece, one that would make a creative writing teacher weep, but would it show my essence, as Emily wishes? Should I share only the soul and none of the anger, the fire, that moved me to create SoG in the beginning? I honestly don't know. Each entry is a piece of me, and while there are pieces I prefer to others, they all make up my Self.
I'm at a loss here.
I feel like an underachieving student, but I really think I'm going to need more time to pick something out. I had hoped that while reading, something would pop out at me, make me catch my breath with the knowledge that that was it, the perfect piece. Does that make me a naive fool?
...
Maybe I am.