"For the writer, fear arises in exact proportion to the treasure that lies shimmering between the dragon's feet. If you are greatly afraid, there is something great to fear."
Inspiration is constantly running through us. We literally breathe it in. It's like water running through a tap or radio waves channelling through a transmitter. It's only when fear shows up that it puts a kink in the hose and interferes with the signal.
It really amazes me how terrifying the whole process of baring your soul is. Sharing last week's post on the inner workings of my heart felt a bit like those dreams where you rock up to school naked. Except instead of having everyone point and laugh at me, I received an unexpectedly large wave of "hey, I've felt that too".
“The man who writes about himself and his own time is the only man who writes about all people and all time.”
George Bernard Shaw
How did we become so afraid to just be who we are? Who told us that we will be ridiculed for exposing our deeper selves? When did we forget that the personal is universal; that sharing our stories is as ancient as the trees and that we all walk this winding road together?