A return to truth

Posted on 01/01/12

Truth is always changing

My truth is different from yours

My truth has changed since yesterday. It will change again.

If I can work out my truth, I think I’ll be more able to help you with yours.

If I can feel my truth, in my body, right now, whatever it tells me is okay.

As sad, as scared, as powerful as it might be, it is real in this moment. And so it is beautiful and delicate and strong all at once.

I don’t want to take away from your truth. That’s not my place.

You don’t even have to know about my truth. That’s not your role.

I would like to be present enough to be with your truth, and mine, at the same time.

To be real, with you.

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