Letting it Be

"Before the truth can set you free, you must free the truth." ~ Susan Larison Danz

It has become clear to me that these nightly writing exercises just aren't always  unfolding as deeply or as authentically as I would like, and so I very likely will not write here every night (it's difficult to predict), and that's OK - as I'll be looking for new ways to write, too.

If you want to know my honest opinion, when it comes to open expression, the kind that encourages respect for multiple empathic perspectives (and yes, there is more than one), yet goes to deep and honest places, we are struggling mightily in our world right now.  And I'm not quite sure what will change that, but it requires deeper work and not perfunctory exercises. 

So I'm going to reflect on how to go about that work, and I'll be here when so inspired.  If that is tomorrow, great!  If not, I'll trust in that.  I'm not going to force work that skims the shallows or dances elusively around the point, as that is not what I'm about, and it's deeply unsatisfying. 

We have deep and honest work to do.  Many of us.  Those who so choose.  That much is clear. 

Until next time . . . (that may be tomorrow - we will see!).  I know I'll be here Friday to let you know about Saturday's weekly radio program at 1 PM PDT.  The work continues.  More soon . . .

 

Ripples photo by Susan Larison Danz. 

Leaving the Shallows

"They muddy the water, to make it seem deep." ~ Friedrich Nietzsche

Far too often, we find ourselves being led to the shallows these days.  And there is a difference between taking a break from the heavier lifting and dwelling in the shallows.  

Once you leave the shallows, it's actually quite difficult to return and ignore what more exists.  You've seen the deep and clear water.  It can't be unseen.  Clarity is like that.  It persists when you discover it.

 

 

 

 Reflections photo by Susan Larison Danz.

The "Hear" in Heart

There's a reason why "heart" begins with "hear" . . .

I had to stop and re-examine my post from last night, Swordplay.  When one writes spontaneously late at night within a shifting space, it's easy to overlook the true heart of the matter.  In truth, only some of my writing has carried any sort of sword, certainly not all, even in my Oprah forum years.

And as usual, balance is the key.  When there is something powerful to say, perhaps sometimes it's best to say it, in one way or another, even if privately at times, free from self judgment or concern about the judgment of others.  It really has more to do with one's intent.  Even crusades have their place at times if the intent is to truly help, not hurt.

Is it the sword in my hand the real issue or wounds from a source as yet unseen?

I do know this much is true.  If the only words I ever say again are peaceful platitudes, then in putting down what I perceive to be a sword, I'll be surrendering my authenticity in the process.