“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.” – Rumi
I’ve been thinking lately a lot about not being ashamed or embarrassed or even afraid of embracing the things I love, what brings me joy. Whether it’s about simple things or the bigger choices in life, such a process is part of becoming who I am, accepting myself as I am, with all the odd quirks and flaws that are a natural part of being human.
Growing up so much of what I loved I kept secret. I was an only child, and I developed a very rich inner life that didn’t require stimulus or distraction or to be entertained. As an adult I got a bit more comfortable in my skin, and with sharing myself and what I enjoyed with others. But it’s only until recently that i really think I am finally relaxing into who I am, and into who I will become.
And I don’t feel like I have to keep my loves so secret anymore. Though there is sometimes a pleasure in having secrets for their own sake. But that really isn’t much in me these days.
I may never shout everything I am passionate about out to the world or talk too much about such things, but I won’t be afraid of them anymore. I will accept them in myself when I meet them, my loves, my passions, what brings me joy, greet them with an open heart and follow them, silent and sure, wherever they lead me.
I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world-traveler. I think that's a pretty good list... for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.