I am here because there is no refuge, finally, from myself. Until I confront myself in the eyes and hearts of others, I am running; until I suffer them to share my secrets, I have no safety from them. Afraid to be known, I can know neither myself nor any other; I will be alone.
Where else but in our common ground can I find such a mirror? Here, together I can at least appear clearly to myself, not as the giant of my dreams, nor the dwarf of my fears, but as a person, part of the whole, with my share in its purpose. In this ground we can take root and grow, not alone any more as in death, but alive to myself and to others.
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