You did it.
#WhyItold flooded the world with your stories.
Everyone wants to know how I am. It can be a difficult thing to bear the weight of so many stories.
I had a little bit of tummy ache. I was anxious. I was bursting with pride, anger and sadness.
It’s like an emotional kaleidoscope. Brilliance and darkness tumbling together, inseparable and sadly gorgeous.
The stories make my heart ache but the thing that makes me shake in my boots is worry.
Are you going to be okay?
You shared vulnerably, publicly and brazenly. You followed my example. You trusted me.
Thank you. I am honored.
Dear God, let them be loved. Let their family and friends believe them and hold them. Let their words be heard and their journey honored.
Days like this find me praying under my breath before I’m aware I’m doing it.
Because of you.
However, I watched. I read every word and then I read the comments. Holding my breath, I placed my faith in your community. I waited to see if I bet on the right horse.
Your friends posted little hearts, solidarity fists, kind words and offers of support. Your allies said they heard you and that they believed you. They congratulated your bravery and some stood with you by posting their own pledge in your honor.
Do you see?
Do you see how loved you are?
Of course, these were just the public responses. I am not naive enough to believe that the private response will always match.
Today, as I sit in my favorite coffee shop with a hot mocha in my hand, I choose to bask in the steady stream of tiny emoticon hearts posted underneath all of our storytelling.
A few of you registered late and have been wondering if you can share.
You are in control of your own destiny and your wardrobe choices.
I do not own the idea of sharing.
You do what serves you. I’ll do the same.
PS – Don’t forget the bonus prompt! Please help me spread the word about #Soulfire2015 by sharing this link: http://www.eventbrite.com/e/soulfire-2015-the-firecracker-foundation-calendar-project-tickets-13463998181