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I now accept that I am a contemplative.
I think of all the years I have tried to be someone else. I have tried to be outgoing and forward-thinking and to write in order to attract followers. To give advice, to be a guide. I have tried to have something tangible to offer. I wanted to be one who could be seen.
But what it always comes back to is that I am a contemplative, through and through. A contemplative who only desires to write to and for God, a heart green and quiet, entwined. My soul is a garden, as the mystics say. My soul is a quiet place in which God walks in the heat of the day, looking for me.
Quiet, and still. And created so to achieve its purpose.
Friendship and love of God.
