Friday, January 19, 2007

Who Knew?

Working with a teacher/healer/shaman this morning, something rocketed into my consciousness that now seems so obvious I can't believe it felt like news.

I became a writer to have a voice, to be heard, to create a place where my feelings and thoughts mattered. (All this time I've thought it was because I just happened to like words.)

When I was a kid, family members constantly accused me of deliberately being "different," and as Barbra Streisand once sang, different was "another word for wrong." I quickly learned to keep my opinions to myself. Now that I'm in business with my sister, I'm still wrong whenever I open my mouth and so still keeping my opinions to myself as often as possible.

Except here.

Thanks for listening. It means the world to me.

7 comments:

Mystic Wing said...

What? What did you say? Speak up, I can't hear you.

I, for one, very much want to hear about the shaman experience. Do tell...

Prema said...

Yes, I want to hear about that, too. And more.

Michelle O'Neil said...

Screw your sister and her Goddamn orange walls.

(sorry, got a little protective there for a minute).

What I meant to say was....so glad you have a forum where you are free to express yourself, completely.

Love.

Suzy said...

No, thank you for speaking. Don't ever stop.

Carrie Wilson Link said...

I know the feeling, exactly!

love.

JessPDX said...

Thank you for being here, and tell us about the shaman.... I might do some work with one on Thursday...
:)
love. Jess

Ziji Wangmo said...

I love to hear what you say sister! Keep opening your mouth because we all want to hear you!