Being Breath

stories from the wilderness of everyday life

The Morning After

I'm going to keep right on going with my head held high.

How do I follow up after a post like that?  How do I express my awe, my gratitude, my heartfelt sadness to all who have responded?   I get you.  I feel you.  I am so sorry you have to go through this.  THANK YOU from deeper places within me than I am aware for sharing your comments, your honesty, your selves with me.

It is the morning after a mind-blowing time and I've been putting off dealing with it.  I've been lying in bed, not writing any posts...because how can anything I do now compare? 

I put myself completely out there.  I received such authentic love.  We experienced a deep connection that I was totally not expecting.  And then we rested in what it meant - what it means.

And now, I don't know what to say.  It's kinda akward.  I don't want to leave you hanging, to sneak out the back door and say, "Hey, that was great!...maybe I'll follow up in a few years".  But I also can't sit here, wrapped in the warm lovin', leaving both of us to keep thinking. 

Life does go on.

So I'm up now, getting this hard step - this first after-post - out of the way.  It's no where near as exhilerating as what we shared before.  But because we shared that...because I put myself out there for you and because you...Yes YOU...responded and felt and were honest and loving and human...we can both giggle and return to a life that is substantially more intriguing and full of possibility than the one from which we came.

I have so much more to share with you.  I feel more alive, more ready to talk with a voice that is Authentic.  The experience of sharing has LITERALLY changed my life. 

But first, I'm going to go get some food.  I need nourishment, ya know?  Want anything?  You stay, rest...

I promise I will be right back.

And together, pooches against our waistbands, strength within our cores, we will breathe a little easier and share so much more.