Door County, Wisconsin
“Follow the grain in your own wood.” (Howard Thurman)
The joys of authenticity
Come paired with the fear
Vulnerability brings
We feel open, raw
Scared, yes
But this is the way it goes
A little bit of this
A little bit of that
And we feel our way
We follow the grain
In our own wood
Only when we embrace
All that comes
With being alive
I am simply this. I am what I am. It is what it is.
Uprooted, yes
Out of home and out of bounds
A heart searching for meaning
First must lose all it knew
All ideals and certainties
Falling apart one by one
Leaving the heart empty
But open, yes
Really open for the first time
In deep waters, yes
Drowning in the unconscious
It had lost it all
When its eyes finally opened
A heart felt its beat
Life came rushing in
And aware once again
There it was
Floating and free
Back to the surface, yes
Creating roots once again
Without a need to prove anything
A heart stopped struggling
A heart started breathing
No environment could stop it
Conscious and clear
A heart finally found
Authenticity
…
I am simply this. I am what I am. It is what it is.
Méia Jacobs 