Reach out and touch...

somebody's soul. Far more people read and browse the forums than ever comment. I can include my self among the number of those who circle above, reading over the shoulders of others, without a word, without a breath. Why do we hover, unconnecting? I can only speak for myself...I read threads I would never post to because the subject matter is incendiary and will lead to insults, humans being as they are.

I have not come here for the small viciousness of "I must be right" minds, nor do I believe that name calling and virtual mudslinging will solve any of the world's problems...although perhaps a soul is watching and will see how limited a view is and so will look inward to see where boundaries have been built that are not needed, that colour interactions with others. Occasionally I take a brief plunge into a pool I know will scald me, because I am responsible for the well being of others and must stand and be counted no matter what the cost might be.

Daily I take a deep breath and expose a glimpse of my innermost self to the world because until we know each other we will fear each other and fear is tied as close to hate as flesh to blood; and although I am irrelevant, a word scattered here or there, a thought, a concept may need to be seen. After my separation and divorce I had to file for bankruptcy and I spoke about it once in detail in a public forum (not on line) and two years later a woman I did not know stopped me on the street and thanked me, said my story had shown her a path to follow that had healed something. I had not spoken for her, I spoke my little truth, my experience, to own it, claim it make it part of who I am, and yet by bearing witness to the truths I live I shoulder my responsibility to my fellows and share the only thing I own.