My silence has broken
The moment that I fell to my knees in the woods crying with intense love, joy, and laughter is not one that I thought I could ever explain or share. I still don’t.
That “direct seeing” happened January 30th (2010).
I’ve been quietly absent for a month, contemplating what to do with something I had never experienced before, and had no reference point for which to understand it myself, never mind to share it.
It is ineffable. Unspeakable.
Yet, a few months ago when considering the things that were coming to me, a thought “I can’t share that.” was immediately countered by “Don’t hold back!”
Indeed, I have not held back since being gifted with joy and being compelled to write the …