Sunday, October 19, 2008
Transparent: so sheer as to permit light to pass through; easily recognized; easily understood.
My posts are not always transparent; sometimes it’s hard to tell where my gripes end and my cheers begin. I try, and getting there sometimes becomes the fun for the day. Often not knowing which thought will be the last thought of a post? Will it end in joy or sorrow?
I was rummaging through web sites for free photos, missing my photographer cousin’s treasury so late in arrival this month; my own photos gave me nothing that really said: transparent. Then I came across this wonderful shot of a domed building in Canada. Yes, I could see the thoughts flying through the roof and beyond.
How often I’d like to fly; really take on wings and soar above the earth… visit places I’ll never see in this life. To take with me a kind heart, a gentle voice, and a depth of compassion that longs to heal others. And I would need to live transparently so others would also know my intentions are honorable. I don’t know that I can do that.
Writing transparently? Sometimes I can put into words what I cannot hear coming from my own mouth. Writing here, I have learned the “comfort in a crowd,” just as I have experienced feeling “alone in a room full of people.” Strange living: this desire to live transparently. Did I end in a gripe or a cheer?