Thursday, 18 August 2011
In the forefront, a masked woman looks out at us, while in the background a sword stands with blade buried in a stone. Both the mask and the stone-entombed sword make me think of truths which we have to fight for, or those which are hidden, or at least not obvious at first glance. While on the one hand we may not like when we have to hunt for an idea or a truth, on the other hand there can be a sense of protection in not ourselves being fully seen. We fear that, if someone saw us as we really are, they would judge us and find us wanting. And so we ourselves often veil our truths.
Today I see my therapist. Last week was full of fireworks, and I hope to find the courage to speak at least some of my truth today. I see this as a rehearsal for trying to be more open with other people in my life, too.
I am grateful for times when I can show my truth to others openly.