Well, you know... sometimes even I can behave like a beast. Sometimes I become overwhelmed by that sharp lonelyache that takes over any sense or reason. It is a hazard of a life well-lived and a life well-lived on the edge.
I haven't followed a traditional path. I am not moved by the mores or expectations of others. I am moved by my conscience; by what feels to me the right thing to do at the time. I am moved by truth and honesty and a visceral need to live within my own truth.
And sometimes I allow that truth to open wide and flood my space with the whole of its existence as if my life depends on it. Sometimes at the detriment of others. Sometimes utterances unforgettable; perhaps unforgivable.
November 25, 2010
Mea Culpa/Grato
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