dreaming of humanity
What is there to know about me, that really matters?
It may be a disappointment to learn specifics of my external being. I could post a picture of myself smiling into a camera’s lens but that feels off. What I look like… the color of my hair, my eyes, my skin; whether I have ten or eleven toes (so too could I post a picture of my bare feet, wink-wink…) has absolutely nothing to do with what it is I wish to convey to you.
It is of more value for me to state that I breathe. I take in air and out, through the whoosh of two lungs returns a changed element; atomic ingredients of all matter stemming from this life-birthing planet, a spinning celestial orb with a 24 degree axial tilt. I make mistakes. I disagree with others. I am at times passionately stubborn and foolishly attached to opinions of my own conniving. I think deeply. I care intensely. I am at my core profoundly loving and courageous. I wish I could show up for you as the brightest side of my being always and all at once. I struggle. Slowly, I overcome. This seems the way of all things.
So perhaps what seems most relevant to share with regard to Who I Am, is that I am irrevocably devoted to You. All happiness, all sorrow, exists in tandem. The Earth tilts on its slanted axis and until that moment of my last breath I share it with You. I work for your greatest good, and doing so achieve my own. From far away, from right beside… I hug you and I hold you close. You are my companion; each and every other. And may we remember together that within our spark, the center of our beating hearts… there pulses a wisdom we were born to uphold.
I’m female. I live in the United States of America. I have a family, pets and friends. My name is Shanna.
There, enough said.
Balloons are for you, xo.