Sharing her-story…what I’m choosing

I yearn to see my life as connected with those of girls and women around the world.

I may never see their faces.

I may never hear their voices.

I surely will never be able to visit all of their dwelling spaces in their homes in their villages and hamlets and towns around the world.

But surely I can live my story such that would enable anyone who knew it to feel a sense of security, freedom, power and peace.

Surely I can strive through my own choices to build the kind of equality for humankind I envision would reduce human suffering and promote Innocence Mission’s the brotherhood of man .

And surely I can strive in my own interactions with others to loosen the strongholds of resistance and fear and build bridges of heart to heart connections for time and time again I so find we share so little differences…and in heart we find our common bond.

There are days when I feel I’m only beginning to share the real story of me.

There are days when I feel the shy 40 yrs thus far already tell a wonderful tale of triumph and liberty, of forgiveness and enduring unconditional love.

But none of this matters if I don’t tell it…if I live just within the realm of the day to day minutiae that doesn’t allow for bridges to be built or hides with small steps that anyone could do.

I must live my story such that every fear I have is expunged and every doubt disbanded and every pull to doubt or fret squelched.

I must live such that every limitation is let go and seen for what it is: that which would hinder my wings and imprison me by a gender stereotype.

I am trying.

How bout you?