dreaming of humanity
What is there to know, about me, that really matters?
It may be a disappointment to learn the 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 a picture of my bare feet, wink-wink) has absolutely nothing to do with what I aim to convey to You. Our surface aspects are irrelevant.
It is of more value for me to state that like You, I breathe too. I take in air, and out through the whoosh of two lungs returns a changed element; atomic ingredients of all Earth’s matter stemming from our spinning celestial orb 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 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: each and every “other” Human. And may We solemnly 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.”
There, enough said.
Balloons are for You, xo.