Sunset ~ Sunrise

(Photo by Erwan Grey) 

Onward

Make no mistake, I wrote these books to become acquainted with the person, I knew to be myself. It’s taken decades from when these first thoughts took root, but, its processes work. I also know the experience of living outside myself is not solitary. The consequences of this is the stuff of drama.

Anger still boils beneath the surface, but now, I yell at the TV when characters remind me of real live people who’ve sought to deter my voice. And, given a bit more time this too, will subside.

For the last two years I’ve found myself in semi-imposed isolation. I’ve rarely ventured off the property. I certainly needed the time to re-write without outside interference. But, there’s a wariness too, of what ruffled feathers might do as I’ve continued to write using blogs as an editing tool.

My hope is forgiveness prevails as I cease needing to complain about what others have done and focus on being human. That noble quality of knowing when to speak up or remain quiet. To not make unnecessary waves as I seek community. To heed my instincts, yet suspend judgment, remembering what I might do in similar circumstances.

So, I’ve written these books to share my experience of changing what I think, say and do. I’m no longer a law unto myself because justice has arrived bringing a new beginning—peace of mind.