I am in Vancouver International Airport. I am tired, but, I think, I was rewarded these last few days. I am grateful I was able to turn in and reflect. After a tough day, I people around me reached out and seemed to sense my discomfort. The result was gratifying, but it was not the result. Instead, it was the comfort being with people who cared and brought me into the fold.
I wonder what makes me who I am? Is it the moments I drop my shield of invincibility and show a vulnerable self? That is a scary place, but is so rewarding. It is the slowness of a crock pot where the fruit of intimacy is born. Here, I gain identity in the a relational and caring mirror. But, it sneaks up on me without even realizing it is there.
In a wondrous space
One’s most guarded secrets;
Unshared desires;
Find form—
In a carnival mirror,
Is that me?
Vulnerable—
Lie with a lover
An uncertain first time
Truest intimacy blooms;
That is who I am
Revealed in the other.
Stay human friends.
Love this & it is so true. It is in vulnerability that we find support.
I totally agree.
Weary travelers do share the same facade of fatigue and vulnerability. I agree, it is in vulnerability that we find support.
Elisa
If we are willing to shed the cloak of invincibility.
It is so true, Ivon. When we let down that mask of self we wear so often, it generally has the effect of allowing other’s to drop theirs… Scary, as you say; and yet so rewarding…!
It is and it is. Vulnerability is an invitation.
A meeting of more than the mind; it allows the ‘gentler’ energies to have their way…
It is very much true.
Thank you Ivsrao.
Thought provoking, and very insightful! Kudos Ivon!
Thank you Aina.
You’re welcome! God bless!
It is refreshing to read your poetry and hear you speak of vulnerability. I found you thru Niamh Clune. A wonderful find on Thanksgiving. J.K. jennifer
Thank you Jennifer.