the soul is bright

A friend says in an email that she loves reading my blog because in it, she sees that my soul is bright.

And as someone who has at times worried that people who read my blog regularly must think I’m depressing and miserable, this makes me so glad, that she sees this, that she gets this. 

To write honestly here as I often do is for me a gesture of hope. An attempt at truth. It is often the only way I know to face the darkness and keep the light burning. 

I wonder if, when I get a new job, I will have to stop writing the way I do. To some it might appear unseemly or inappropriate. I hate the way that we live in a culture where we can and do spend tremendous amounts of time talking about things that don’t matter at all, superficial, disposable, distracting things, but to talk honestly about how many people are walking around struggling with feelings of being unloved or unfulfilled is embarrassing, too honest, too real. But to me, it just feels like acknowledgment of my truth as a person. It feels like a matter of integrity.

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