There is a thin veneer writers maintain in order to live in the world.Â We sit in a puddle of thoughts, splashing our words onto paper, napkins, or computer screens, and hope others will want to see the results.Â To be that openâ€¦to invite judgment and criticism… is torturous.Â And yet not to share what is within is even more tormenting.Â So we put down our stories in inky bursts of energy. Â Come what may for the effort, we wear the scars of rejection and hang tightly onto the threads of acceptance.
Iâ€™ve been thinking about my Tibetan friend Khandro lately and the lessons she taught me while I visited Tagong.Â The language barrier that first seemed insurmountable ceased to exist after we realized words werenâ€™t needed.Â As it turns out laughter is universal, as are tears.Â In the short time we were together we experienced both.
I submitted a story about Khandro to Presence Online Magazine, hoping it would be accepted.Â After some time passed without seeing it appear, I thought perhaps my words were not in sync with the magazineâ€™s energy and philosophy.Â I set my disappointment aside vowing to try again at another time.
This morning I received an email stating my story was online.Â Â Â http://presenceonlinemagazine.com/lesson-learned-of-tibetan-prayer-energy/
I was thrilled and nervous at the same time.Â My veneer buckled in a few spots, but held.Â Feeling my writing is good enough, even for a few heady moments?Â It was the best part of my day.