The search for true and honest is on.
I’m listening for the ping of the truth detector and more often than not, it’s silent.
When I hear it, just for a moment, there’s sweet relief.
Connection, a sigh, and calm silences my hot soul.
A phone call, the question ragged and needy. An exchange, the smallest notch in the belt of relationship.
Trolling in my own head, the ache of need and desire to be known follows hard, stalking my sleep, steering my thoughts, leading me away from the healing.
Who do you think you are?
Look at the mess!
Just what do you have to say.
Bawdy accusation, a silent squeeze, and the fist of fear chokes out my words. I walk numb through the day and I numb through the night because the honesty is just out of my reach.
There are moments and glimpses of genuine. They fade so quickly I wonder if they’re figments and I question my ability to know honesty when I see it.
Where are the truth-seekers and will I ever be whole enough to travel with them?
Would I fill my heart with the happy of clinking glasses if I found them?
Would I be satisfied with the bread of laughter and call off the search?
Not-enoughs travel from my hair to my hips, from paint to parties and I’m always looking over my shoulder wondering what comes next.
There are moments I know I don’t want truth. It’s simply too much to handle. But authentic is like crack for a cracked soul and once you’ve touched it, or rather, it touches you, there is no way to unsee, to unfeel, to unknow.
I put the skin of words on these silent, raw foundations in my soul. The click of the keys mocks the art that I’m certain I was born to create and I pound on, one ping closer.
Amber Haines started a powerful conversation this week over at The Run A Muck. I’ve been writing lately in fits and snippets and haven’t been making enough sense to post here, but her thoughts fueled my words today. You’ve been warned, once you read her words, you can’t unknow.
I’m linking to her most recent post here. You’ll find links on that page to the first two posts in her series. Start at the beginning and dare to let her words hook the honesty in your own soul.
Come back here and let me know what you think?