Do you censor yourself?

Do you write the absolute truth or do you share some watered down censored version of the truth? Is it due to your own self-consciousness or is it because you know who is in the audience?

I have started many blogs in the past, anonymous ones and ones were I knew the audience. Where do you find a balance? I miss writing anonymously, it felt freeing but then I also hated the anonymity of it. Not being able to have conversations about what you post, write. Not being able to share feelings that get brought up in some real raw writing.

I have secrets that just can’t be released and secrets I want to tell but should consider my audience before doing so. I hate doing it to myself. Sometimes it is that hesitation, that self censorship that buts me in funks of not writing.

I see it in others writings too, the hesitation, the control. That sentence that is missing words, emotions and thoughts. Is it intentional or subconscious? Why is it so hard to tell some secrets that you know will help heal you? Because in doing so you know it could potentially harm someone close to you. Well that is my reasoning anyway. I have close friends and acquaintances that know more about me than most of my family. On the other hand I have family that has spent years hiding secrets that has caused more harm than good.

Maybe it is time for me to start another anonymous blog, for myself, not for you. Somewhere I can be completely uncensored but I will be anonymous to those that do not know my story. Many writers use a nom deplume so why should this be any different?

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#Instagram #DailyVoluspa #Hashtag

I would love to know how many of you are on Instagram and if you have been following my #DailyVoluspa posts.  I have also been sharing these to my Facebook page so that you don’t miss out either.  I thought it was time the Voluspa got its own #DailyHashtag like the #Havamal does.

I am a part of a Heathen Women’s group on Facebook, and in there we study all aspects of our path.  We recently did a Voluspa study session over a few weeks discussing each stanza and what it means to us and our paths.

I missed a few days so to make up for it (to myself) I wrote out by hand, each stanza on its own page in a little booklet I have.  I am in the process of writing out the Havamal in it too.  It is a little notebook so I am not sure how many of the poems I will get in there.  I favour the Carolyne Larrington translation personally but there are quite a few out there to choose from.  I favour The Book Depository as my goto book supplier (not sponsored), they ship worldwide for free no matter the price you pay for the book.  Living in Australia, postage is a major factor when purchasing anything.  I have gotten to the checkout at online stores only to find that the postage to Australia is more than the items cost.

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Well I have recently been going through a shift in my path, don’t worry, I am not leaving my path, I am just taking a more, scenic route, you could say.  Through this shift, I have decided to start sharing the handwritten pages.  Some have notes, some don’t, but that was the point of each Stanza having its own page.  So I could take notes each time I read it through.

Anyhoo, I just thought I would let you in on some of my other Social Media adventures so that you don’t miss out.  I do share all of the #DailyVoluspa posts on my Facebook page so you can find them if you just search for the #Hashtag.

Well for now my Crazies I shall leave you all in pieces and get on with the rest of my day xx.

Autumn Rains ~ Donna N Astill

Finally my friend, you have arrived,

None too soon either I see,

We have been waiting for you,

And afraid you wouldn’t show.

Delighted we are to hear you,

Delighted we are to see you,

Delighted we are to smell you,

Delighted I am to feel you.

It has been awhile my lover,

It has been too long,

I had forgotten so many things,

Things that only you can make me feel.

Are you planning on staying,

Are you planning on leaving,

Will you be gone long,

Or have you decided to settle.

Please don’t come on too strong,

Please don’t be too soft,

Show me your power,

But please don’t stop.

Without you there can be no growth,

Without you there can be no life,

When I am near you I feel strong,

When I am near you I feel safe.

Season after season,

Month after month,

You are the relief in December,

You are the dread in June.

Rain down on us,

Rain down on me,

You showed your face,

And you are the Autumn rains.

The beginning of the darkness,

Before the dark becomes the light,

When the Spring time rains return,

To give life again.