Here we are friends, in all our glory.
Have a look.
There's nothing photoshopped about me at all.
Those are my authentic flaring nostrils
my wrinkled brow
and the tell tale signs of aging under my eyes.
Those are also my biceps, triceps and deltoids
made by God, me, and the gym.
Thank you very much.
That sense of humor behind the curtain is all mine.
The reluctant willingness to be vulnerable
behind the curtain is me too.
The good and the bad, if one has a perception of either.
I've recently gotten quite in touch
with how appearances
cost us the chance to be vulnerable enough to connect.
With all the stardust around the spiritual aspect of
"we are all one"
it seems to me we ought not overlook
how sharing the experience of being human
can connect us to another
so that we don't feel alone.
We are all perfect in our imperfection,
experience the connection
of that truth
by being willing to be vulnerable
and sharing our
Call it Ordinary Spirituality,
if you will.
Perhaps everything that frightens us is,
in its deepest essence,
something helpless that wants our love.
So you must not be frightened
if a sadness rises before you
larger than any you’ve ever seen,
if an anxiety
like light and cloud shadows
moves over your hands
and everything that you do.
You must realize that something has happened to you;
that life has not forgotten you;
it holds you in its hands and will not let you fall.
Why do you want to shut out of your life
or any depressions?
For after all,
you do not know what work
these conditions are doing inside you.”
Rainer Maria Rilke