The scariest thing about this (the first! Prompt! In the book!) is having my work, my words, my life, my honesty, in the hands of more people who have ever had it before, and entirely out of mine.
It’s a story containing many truths, many of which conflict with each other. It’s one I nonetheless feel ready to tell.
“How do you spell stubborn?” I asked, wanting to know if there were two Bs or one.
I forgot myself for a moment,
but I’m here now, always here,
in this body, in this time, in this space, in this moment.
I simply want it all to stop. To know that I am ok, to not even wonder if I am perhaps not ok, to simply fall from moment to moment covered in delightful surprise.
How deeply unnecessary our protector parts become once the fruit of ourselves is in the light.