The Whole Story

Sometimes one allows vulnerability to lead and it doesn't work out. So what? Ego and pride take a hit, but there is an “after.” Slow, quiet, snowfall. Chickadees are still at play.

Intentional vulnerability is an attempt to join. To love. To cast off all things that are not pure and true. It's the pursuit of telling the whole story. I've been thinking of my whole story and mostly wondering about the ones with whom I share it. When my story is judged or used as a weapon, perhaps it says more about the listener than the bard. Please stop destroying what you cannot control.

Frozen cattails and red-winged blackbirds with no place to go. Winter isn't done despite all the signs of spring. Hot coffee steams against a silver dawn. As the millionth gray day cleaves to one before, it is no surprise one falls in love with Death – reachable, reliable, real.

Here's the thing. I'm good enough. And so are you. Death and Life both know this; let us be vulnerable enough to know it too.