There is a thin veneer writers maintain in order to live in the world. 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. To be that open…to invite judgment and criticism… is torturous. And yet not to share what is within is even more tormenting. So we put down our stories in inky bursts of energy.  Come what may for the effort, we wear the scars of rejection and hang tightly onto the threads of acceptance.
I’ve been thinking about my Tibetan friend Khandro lately and the lessons she taught me while I visited Tagong. The language barrier that first seemed insurmountable ceased to exist after we realized words weren’t needed. As it turns out laughter is universal, as are tears. 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. After some time passed without seeing it appear, I thought perhaps my words were not in sync with the magazine’s energy and philosophy. I set my disappointment aside vowing to try again at another time.
This morning I received an email stating my story was online.   http://presenceonlinemagazine.com/lesson-learned-of-tibetan-prayer-energy/
I was thrilled and nervous at the same time. My veneer buckled in a few spots, but held. Feeling my writing is good enough, even for a few heady moments? It was the best part of my day.
