Like all artists, when art—whether writing, visual, experiential, or otherwise—is shared, it enters a "vulnerable space." It’s where the artist wrestles openly, sometimes messily, with their vision of truth, knowing it may never fully resolve. A spectator doesn’t come to merely see the flaws (like food stuck on the face) or extract deep insights. They come to realize that the truth being unearthed by the artist is the same truth that exists within themselves.
When people talk about vulnerability and courage, I think they mean this: creating a temporary space where a shared reality can exist. A space where the artist gets to explore unapologetically—warts and all—while the rasika (a sanskrit word that does better justice than spectator) steps into that shared reality and resonates with the truth being excavated.
So, I hope you keep writing. I hope your fingers hesitate, your chest tingles, and you open that portal again. You’ve created a space for a shared reality, one that allows others to feel and recognize their own truths in the echoes of yours
I think your posts are interesting & enjoy reading...but also think you need not "worry" about how others see it. I think you're brave to share yourself openly ... xoxo
Subscribed! I'm always excited to see what you will say next.
As always, so beautifully said. I’m here for all the musings, because I almost always walk away understanding myself better.
yesss i’m here for the vulnerable writing! can’t wait to read what’s next!!!
Christine, thank you for writing.
Like all artists, when art—whether writing, visual, experiential, or otherwise—is shared, it enters a "vulnerable space." It’s where the artist wrestles openly, sometimes messily, with their vision of truth, knowing it may never fully resolve. A spectator doesn’t come to merely see the flaws (like food stuck on the face) or extract deep insights. They come to realize that the truth being unearthed by the artist is the same truth that exists within themselves.
When people talk about vulnerability and courage, I think they mean this: creating a temporary space where a shared reality can exist. A space where the artist gets to explore unapologetically—warts and all—while the rasika (a sanskrit word that does better justice than spectator) steps into that shared reality and resonates with the truth being excavated.
So, I hope you keep writing. I hope your fingers hesitate, your chest tingles, and you open that portal again. You’ve created a space for a shared reality, one that allows others to feel and recognize their own truths in the echoes of yours
Enjoyed reading this one! Must be hard when people don't leave comments - I always enjoy reading through, just don't always (ever?) engage.
It's not hard so much as weird - like "what am I doing?" There is so much quality writing in the world, who am I to take anyone's time?!
I think your posts are interesting & enjoy reading...but also think you need not "worry" about how others see it. I think you're brave to share yourself openly ... xoxo
I wish I could get rid of that worry like a coffee stain... just wash it out. It's a stubborn one.