Intellectual Property

Have you ever found yourself doing something and then suddenly realizing that what you are doing may not be a good idea?  I woke from a sound sleep the other day worried about copyright infringement.  Not that someone would infringe upon mine but that I haven’t been vigilant in honoring others.  So I made a commitment not to use anything other than my own.

The timing of my early morning awareness isn’t lost on me.  It’s about boundaries.    I’ve compromised my own boundaries time after time to accommodate another.  Setting boundaries is hard for me.  Allowing myself to have needs and to state them clearly makes me grossly uncomfortable but  ignoring my needs doesn’t make them go away.

Time after time I question the sanity of writing so openly in a public forum.  I’m opening myself up for critique and criticism and those things make me cringe.  I often hide behind others words or work.  I intellectualize feelings to isolate them in a protective wadding of safety and yet, time after time, I feel compelled to pour out words in spite of my hesitation to do so.

It’s time I stepped out from behind them.



Defying Gravity

It isn’t gratitude that wakes me this morning.  Instead, disappointment nudges me.   Breakfast is a bowl of cereal and regret over what isn’t and what never was.  Not sugar, but injustice and hurt dust the edges of my toasty oat circles.  I think of something else but my mind easily slips into the places I don’t want to go.    There is no fighting it.  Disappointment fills me.

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I am the person behind the words printed here. I write because my heart will not allow me the option of NOT writing. It has taken me half a life time to discover this basic truth, but now that I have, writing is as natural as breathing. This is where my breath takes the form of words.


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