I think most people get used to not giving anything away other than their attributes. Some bold and brassy some gentle and subtle. But only spilling what they are good at.
So we end up not knowing that person. We may admire them for achievements/skills/passion/talk-ability but until we share our wounds we are unknown to each other.
Therefore So many feeling alone - alone So many feeling depressed - depressing. So many bored out of their head - boringly. So many on lock down - locked in. Don't know how to self disclose Don't know how to 'LEVEL FIVE' In a hole Without a spade.
We can't get out of the inhibiting habit, of undressing our soul. of sharing more intimately. of knowing ourselves through sharing and discovering others who are just the same (all of us - yes ALL of us) only ALL being Unique beautiful humans.
I am talking about authenticity. I am talking about an interior journey. Joining the dots the inside meeting our outside colliding Grace for the soul.
I often ask the question 'When did you become an adult?'
I hear such wondrous stories. Nobody (NOBODY) tells me 'when I was 18' everyone going deeper than the skin and I hear spilling beautiful spilling from a overloaded soul - like a kettle boiling over. So beautiful. So spiritual. So emotional. So sociable. So relational. I love it.
