Saturday 9 August 2008


and this is perhaps our fear - that us in all our complexity and contradictions are TOO MUCH. too much to handle. so we try and keep a lid on much of what we are thinking and feeling. sometimes frustrated bursts escape leaving us red-faced muttering misunderstood ...trying to gather it all back in with clumsy backtracking but scattered fragments remain lying awkwardly on the floor.

or so we think.

but maybe some of them fell on open ears, a thirsty soul waiting to hear that someone else feels the way they do. maybe, just maybe, our deepness is a space for others to bathe. that it is not a case of 'too much' but 'plenty'. Plenty to share and to care and to spill over into dry places.

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