My Writing friends...

What I like about my writing friends is that we are all different from each other and we recognize those differences, each of us loving the fact that our lives are touched by so many wonderful and diverse people!

Our uniqueness is like signature ballroom gowns we all wear, and we love being together so we can oogle and awe over each other’s amazing gowns. One of the things I like about this is that by being in the presence of such beauty, we each recognize our own beauty and are able to come to a place of comfort with it.

There is no jealousy because someone has a more elaborate gown; and no destructive pride because one’s own gown shimmers especially nicely in the light that illuminates our space. Instead, what happens when we are together, is that each of us has our own time in the spotlight and everyone marvels equally over each turn. We stand alone in who we are; yet we recognize that together we belong to a collidascope of ever-changing patterns.

In my group of writing friends, I am special, but not more special than anyone else. And what I find most delightful is that “special” does not equal flawless.

Oh my God! This is the key! In other groups where I am “special”, people look up to me, they have certain expectations of me and because I don’t know what those expectations are, I am destined to fail and let people down. I am told that people are watching me, so I have to handle life’s difficulties in admirable ways so as to not lead others astray in their own journeys. No wonder I hide or go into seclusion when trouble comes my way!

With my writing friends, I can fall; I can kick and scream. I can tell them point blank that I “fxxx-ed” something up and it doesn’t have a negative impact on their lives. They cry with me until the tears become a refreshing pool. They leave me alone to wallow for as long as I want. They pick me up. I point out the rips and holes and stains in my gown and they break into songs of celebration because those flaws in my gown are the places where my soul shines through.

We all celebrate when soul breaks free.

I suppose in the light of the world, our gowns are really quite pitiful. We are dreamers and procrastinators: we take happy pills and sleeping pills; we are fat and broke. We have strong opinions about work, politics, family, and God – opinions that are not particularly favored in the light of the world.

But together, we are a bubbling pot of intelligence, creativity, and experience. Like the steam rising from hot liquid, our joined energies waft into the air, filling the space with a delicious aroma. We are like crystals hanging in the sunlight, making tiny rainbows that dance around the room.

We dance around the room in our signature gowns with unbound freedom because the light produced by the coming together of our lives is simply… delightful.  

Comments

[Linda]

This makes me feel like I should twirl in my gown and then curtsy! Thank you for the compliment to our wonderful group. I love the metaphor. Your writing is getting even more phenomenal.

[Andie]

Awesome. I love your writings.