dreaming of humanity
What is there to know, about me, that really matters?
It may be a disappointment to learn specifics of my externality. I could post for You a picture of myself smiling into a camera’s lens, but that feels off. What I look like - the color of my hair, my eyes, my skin, whether I have ten or eleven toes (for so too, I could post for You a picture of my bare feet) has absolutely nothing to do with what I aim to convey. Our surface aspects are irrelevant.
It is of more value for me to state that like You, I breathe too. I take in oxygen, and out through the whoosh of two lungs returns a changed element, CO2; atomic ingredients of all Earth’s matter stemming from a spinning celestial orb, our heaven-made play-place with a nearly 24 degree axial tilt. I make mistakes. I disagree with others. I am at times passionately stubborn and foolishly attached to opinions of my own conniving. I think deeply. I care intensely. I am at my core profoundly loving and courageous. I wish I could show up for You as the brightest side of my Being always and all at once. I struggle. Slowly, I overcome. This seems the way of All things.
So perhaps what seems most relevant to share with regard to Who I Am, is that I Am irrevocably devoted to You. All happiness, all sorrow, exists in tandem. The Earth tilts on her slanted axis and until that moment of my last breath, I share Earth and all earthly experience with You. I work for your greatest good, and in doing so achieve my Own. From far away, from right beside: I hug You and I hold You close. You are my companion, forever. You Are each and every “other” Human. And preciously, may We remember together - that within our spark, the center of our beating Hearts, there pulses a wisdom We were born to uphold.
I’m female. I live in the United States of America. I have family, pets and friends. My name is Shanna. I go by “Shan.”
I Am Spirit of the Revolution, and You have my My Heart.
There, enough said.
Balloons are for You, xo.