This year, more than ever
I’ve been told who I am:
You are insulting, dishonest, judgmental…
You are self-absorbed, self-righteous, selfish…
You are a fraud.
Not since my childhood has my identity been so marred. With each mistake. Each failing. Each wrong.
Only now, I know the words reflect the pain
of the condemner;
as is also true when assigned beatific qualities.
Each an echo of another’s hopes and fears.
2012 has taken me under its wing
in a crash course of knowing who
I am,
transcending the urge to write the book, entitled:
Fuck You ALL,
while preparing for the same.
Tenderizing me
in my own Grace
so that I no longer need
to Please
or Agree
or Understand.
Kelly Salasin, April 2012
Other 2012 “courses” in “I am-ness”:
Two Owls Calling 
nice…xo
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I apologize, no I don’t, yes I do, oh sh–….
are you saying its OK to be fierce?
Because I’ve spent the last 35ish years trying not to be.
Tell me it’s OK, because I SO want to be again.
But I am afraid.
I am paralyzed.
What I was gonna apologize for was thinking of Helen Reddings athem, “I am woman, hear my roar”.
Thanks for the illumination, Kelly.
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PS I love the picture.
So appropo to the feeling of this post, for me.
Patio furniture looking out the window
longing to be out in the wild weather.
but still in the comfort of house.
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Kelly, you are who you are. Thankfully! Others may not quelch or define. Keep feeling, thinking, writing, being yourself.
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Kelly, you are beautiful, inspiring, loving, insightful, honest, fun, courageous, talented…shall I go on?
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