My Days
by misong
In the middle of the journey of our life,
I came to myself
within a dark wood
where the straight way was lost.
---Dante
Hello fellow seekers, passersby, and the curious!
Why would someone share the most secret parts of themselves on line, you may ask. I want to answer that question, for myself.
When I lived in Connecticut, my friend, Harriet, and I, got together sometimes for the specific reason of sharing our diaries. What we gained from this was a better understanding of ourselves, as individuals, and as a part of something larger which we could only vaguely understand. Our voices needed to be heard and so we listened to each other. In the listening, we learned and grew.
Since moving back to Missouri, the state of my childhood, I have missed that ritual of sharing my voice in a special place....a place that felt sacred to me, as our very pages held the deep sacred parts of our souls.
So, now, as I make these entries onto *this* special place, I hope to continue on that path of self-discovery and of having the feeling of being understood, recognized, validated.
What follows are honest scratchings from the depths of my soul (sometimes from the very tip of it). I may not always be proud of some of it or even agree with it later (as you may not) but I feel the process is important on that path to understanding.
With trust I hold open to you this door to the pages of a life, trusting that you will share in my triumphs and forgive my offenses as I plod through the dark jungle of my soul in search of the sacred I know is there, if only I could wake up and see!
Read. Enjoy. Come again.
misong
Diary
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