And it doesn't scare me. Not metaphysically, not spiritually, but in energy realms. When I was young I believed in ghosts but only as the effect of creating too much anger/hatred in the world the anger/hatred takes on all too physical (or mystical) forms that never quite leave the earth.
Turns out we are entitled to do stupid things and forgive
ourselves for it. The wrong thing is to keep hiding behind a tangle of
words, of fronts, of explanations. Honesty is freedom and freedom is
relief. Relief--like pent-up energy let go after months of coiled
tension, like bursting fountains.
Out here, I'm doing better. It's been a while.