The idea of authenticity/vulnerability has been swimming around in my mind since last summer.
The idea shallows and dives, comes up for air and then deep dives into the mirage of my mind. Like a whale, the idea comes up breeching for air when there is no choice but to survive.
Today, I watched this and took notes. The twenty minutes were special and engaging. And, as the idea burst through the surface and took that intake of air, I realized I am worthy. I have the courage and compassion thing down but the connection is broken. Like a dropped call, I lose the connection when I am too comfortably numb. Working on it has been a slow tread in murky water.
Listening to: Comfortably Numb--Pink Floyd
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