Brené Brown says, “shame grows in the dark”
But the dark can be a wildly creative place
Like my dreams symbolically pointing the way to my soul’s calling
God whispering in my ear as I sleep
Creative urges propelling me from beneath the covers at 4:30 in the morning
Writing when my brain insists I should be sleeping
So much going on behind the scenes
Stirring under the surface
Sometimes going unnoticed, being invisible
Is strength
Often the most powerful person in the room is the silent one
The one who never gets the credit
But knows, deep inside, the difference they make
Shine on dear ones, regardless, shine on