A late posting as the wind has been dancing with the energy of technology.  As the wind howled and distant thunder rumbled I pondered words and meanings. Is courageous fear the same as fearful courage? Courageous fear feels like it has movement and goes forward with a whisper asking for grace. And what is validation, especially from another person? Others can be a witness and attest to what they know. But how can another validate what is not innately their own? Another’s witness may encourage or dismantle but it cannot validate.  Validation must come from within.

I smile at such ponderings sitting on the periphery of a stormy night. I guess, in the end, some ponderings are like bookmarks. Places you return to see if an answer has been found. Kind of like the bloom of the unknown plant outside my window. Others wiser than me probably know. But for me, it too is a bookmark requiring an open heart and mind as I wait for it to bloom and be revealed. Beauty folded in patience.