kyndallrae

creating me [using words]

About This Blog

I’d like this to be a place where I find my voice and inspire you to find yours.
I want to kindle rays of hope, with words.

I have lingering ambivalence about blogging: I worry the sort of public-journaling blogging invites ends up being shallow narcissism, self-absorption, or self-promotion. What if it is a weak cry for human connection in an age where we are losing the art of face-to-face, skin-to-skin relationship and vulnerability?

I write poems and paragraphs about me, my thoughts, my feelings, my struggles, my ideas, and post them for others to read, occasionally terrified someone will actually read them, but mostly desperate for someone to read them and connect.

At the end of the day, this is why I keep writing, despite the constant struggle with ego, despite the terror of exposing my heart, despite the question of whether it is of value to put my soul out into the world:

I think that in telling our stories, we begin to tell the human story. I think that by honoring our emotions, we begin the work of honoring others. I think that in exploring the depths of me, I begin to understand the depths of you. I think that finding and expressing what is most personal to me, I begin to touch what is universal in us all. I think that giving voice to pain makes possible hope and friendship.

It is fine line to walk, how to speak of self as a way to love the world. I don’t imagine that I get it right all the time. For me, writing is first the invitation to authentic expression, then it is the temptation to self-congratulate or self-doubt, then it is the invitation to a further purging of the false self. I am always somewhere in this cycle, struggling to embrace the Grace that awaits me. Since we never stop cycling, might we be patient with one another along the way?

This isn’t a space to get it perfect; this is a space to explore what it is to be human, what it is to love, what it is to reach for God, what it is to notice that God is already present without our grasping, what it is to uncover our resilience and awaken our senses and tap our courage. This is a space to let the beauty of our imperfections shimmer.

I invite you to talk back to what I write. Tell me who you are. This is a safe place to tell stories and ask questions and expose doubts and wonder unabashedly. This is a safe place to get it wrong on the way to getting it wonderfully amazing.

 

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