At the writing conference I went to a few weeks ago, one of the speakers talked about risking in writing. He told us that in order to be good writers, we must be endangered by it. We must be willing to embarrass ourselves by it.
I think he is right. It is the same formula for grieving. We must be endangered by it. Allow ourselves to face all corners, feel all depths, experience all levels. There is no other way around it. I risk everything for the mere purpose of salvaging the life inside of me. This risk could very well embarrass me. It definitely leaves me vulnerable to opinions, judgments and curiosity. On the flip side, it frees me to be myself. What greater risk is there, than to discover who we are meant to be?
