Tell It.

Originally posted October 6, 2013

Sometimes it's quiet enough that the silence can finally explode, a canon into the clear blue day. 

Sometimes we can be brave enough to let the softness in. 

The other day I wrote to someone I love, and with whom I struggle, and wished her only happiness and I meant it. 

Today I told two people I love that I love them.  These two people have been loving me for years, accepting me for years, believing in me for years, and I've been jagged around the edges, a pillow full of sand instead of feathers.

We must soften. 

We must use the words of compassion and love to make our soft selves known. 

We must feel the confusing feeling of fear that comes along right before the love comes out, and we must continue to speak. 

Tell it. 

Tell it today.

Whisper soft,
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