Devon Hunter

I suppose it’s about time you guys finally caught up to the New Year Us heathens had ours way back on November 1, so I would like to finally welcome you all to the “new” year. HA!

At any rate, I danced in Nashville, TN at a club called Play on the night of December 31, and I had a great time. It was very nice to be away from the troubles here at home, and to be floating in an ocean of people who were feeling happiness and excitement. I was baptised in their optimism, and it has helped me come into this entry with a lighter heart (though I am still prone to flashes of panic and sadness within a greater context of “pretty good”).

Something I am remembering is that we can be only who we are. And it really is that simple (and yet that complicated). I recognize that I am just as liable to wound as be wounded, and going forward I feel a bit more acceptance for myself. In placing “Randy and Matt” as an entry on my Favorites list I had to reread some that were already there, and “…in the end” has helped me, too. (Wait, you guys thought I wrote all these blogs for others?? Nooooo! I need to go back and see my own thoughts from time to time…)

Here is a little piece of brilliant pop confection by Natasha Bedingfield that I want to put out here right now, because it is exactly what it is. Please remember to speak and feel honestly in this “new” year, even if it makes you vulnerable. Oh, and keep it simple. As the lyrics of this song say: “These words are my own, from my heart flow: ‘I love you.’ There’s no other way to better say, ‘I love you.’” And that is the beauty of honesty – poetry can be a wonderful robe, but often it’s better to be naked.