a secret closet

Lighthouses don’t go running all over an island looking for boats to save; they just stand there shining.

Anne Lamott

I’ve had that quote run through my mind for some time now. I’m not a lighthouse and that’s why I don’t shine. I’d like to be steady in my own truth, my own skin without worrying about clarifying to people and making sure they understand me and what I’m about. I want to have my own secrets without it being any less intriguing. I want to enjoy my own company, be with my own thoughts. I don’t want to be a stranger to myself, like I am now. I’m more of an observer, a guest in myself. I’m confused,vague,hesitant. I want to be a lighthouse and I don’t want to run anymore.

5 responses to a secret closet

  1. rachelvankoughnet

    Maybe it is that you are not standing inside your own lighthouse, but hovering above it or outside it, judging it, wishing you could go back in but kind of afraid to. When you embrace your light, the body that light lives inside, you will feel how brightly you actually do shine right now. When you remain outside your body, hovering, critically observing, you are the shadow cast over your own light.


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