“Oh, the comfort — the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person — having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.” (Dinah Craik)
In two score years and more, I am yet to find such a person.
Do such persons even exist?
Does one ever completely let slip the mask(s) that one wears except in solitude?
Or even in solitude?
The only place where I feel I can be completely myself is when I am close to Nature ----- because Nature does not need words to communicate, Nature does not judge, Nature does not accept or reject, it simply is and you simply are.
Everywhere else, one is cloaked, masked, revealed, disguised, uncovered, clothed, laid bare, hidden ---- or not ----- by words.
No wonder then that those who seek to find themselves and a Higher Self head towards the mountains and rivers and forests ----- or the simulated getaways we create in ashrams and retreats ----because unless one can be one's self, how can one find one's self?
In two score years and more, I am yet to find such a person.
Do such persons even exist?
Does one ever completely let slip the mask(s) that one wears except in solitude?
Or even in solitude?
The only place where I feel I can be completely myself is when I am close to Nature ----- because Nature does not need words to communicate, Nature does not judge, Nature does not accept or reject, it simply is and you simply are.
Everywhere else, one is cloaked, masked, revealed, disguised, uncovered, clothed, laid bare, hidden ---- or not ----- by words.
No wonder then that those who seek to find themselves and a Higher Self head towards the mountains and rivers and forests ----- or the simulated getaways we create in ashrams and retreats ----because unless one can be one's self, how can one find one's self?
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