In the spirit of continuing to explore my insides and share it with others, I'm sharing what I wrote in class the other day. I was hesitant to read this in class, but I noticed when I did that, no one was unkind. I don't know how they felt hearing it, but they listened with acute attention which made me think they wanted to hear it. It was strange for me to share so deeply with virtual strangers. And now I'm sharing with you. Where will this lead????
The prompt in class was "What I want to write about". The answer that spurted out was the following:
What would it look like?
Hopefully not like the horrific gesticulations of Picasso's women - how could he have such disdain and so little respect? Is that what unbridled looks like? Or does it look like me? Does it look beautiful? I want to prove it is beautiful, but I'm afraid it's ugly as sin so that's why I'm afraid to go there.
Maybe what's inside of me is so wretchedly ugly and horrific I won't be able to stand it.
No. Not true. No. My insides are not evil or ugly or harmful.