Do you really want to know what I ache for, and do you dare to dream of meeting My heart's longing? I've risked looking like a fool for love and for My dreams. I have fought like hell for the adventure of being alive. I've learned to touch the center of My own sorrow when opened by lifes betrayals, and not become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain. I've learned to accept that it's okay to sit with pain - Mine or another's - without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it. I'm learning I can be with joy; Learning to dance with wildness, and let the ecstasy fill Me to the tips of My fingers and toes, without hearing the words cautioning to be careful, be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. I'm learning that sometimes I may have to dissappoint another to be true to Myself: that I can bear the accusations of betrayal and not betray My own soul. I can see beauty, even when it is not pretty every day, and try to source My life from its' presence. I've learned I can live with failure, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of a full moon, "YES" I've learned that I can still get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done. I have found that I can stand in the center of the fire with the ones I love, and not shrink back. I am learning what sustains Me from the inside, when all else falls away. I can be alone with Myself, and truely like the company I keep in the empty moments. I love and understand My darkness as well as My light. Do you dare get to really know and understand... Me?