November 08, 2013

Even If

When we speak and say what we really mean, we cross a waterway whose current carries us even closer to our truth.

There is something so delicious and freeing about speaking the truth.

But sometimes it's hard to do.

I had an image when I wrote this of being in a shirt that was three sizes too small.

I imagine that the shirt represented the straightjacket we can all enter when we're afraid to speak the truth.

The buttons on this too small shirt were all straining and pulling with tension. And with my arms outstretched, straight at my side, and puffing and flexing my chest, all the buttons popped off.

 And flew up into the air.


  1. The truth is hard. Sometimes we don't speak because we don't want to hurt someone else, but if we continue to do this we become increasingly unable to know how we really feel.

    Glad you posted this. It renews my resolve.

  2. Thanks Kass. The reason I've always liked journals is for writing things that I know will hurt others. I can let it out and get my mind around it, without causing pain, but still stay true to myself.

  3. I loved catching up on your blog this morning, Lou~in silence~ with my cup o' joe. Your writing touches my soul and puts great thoughts in my head. This post would be a perfect metaphor to use in hypnotherapy with my clients. I just might have to sometime~ you'll be sitting on my shoulder when I do. :) Blessings, dear one...I am thankful for YOU! xooox