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Speaking from the dust: In which I believe

I was perusing my unpublished drafts folder the other night, and realized that, by golly, there is some good stuff in there (if I do say so myself). So I figured, why not let my past self be a guest blogger once in a while? Blogging "as one speaking from the dust," as it were. I'm not sure when this one was written, but I like it.

These are the things I believe in:

I believe in snow and sunshine and rain and thunderstorms. I believe in conversations that last until 2 am, in letting another person see a part of your soul, in trusting that you can be vulnerable without getting hurt. I believe in love of all kinds and shapes and forms. I believe in kindness and smiles and spontaneity and service. I believe that eye contact is terrifying and important. I believe in exploring the mountains. I believe in adventure. I believe in discourse and dialogue and argumentation, and I believe in respect for other's viewpoints and being flexible enough to change your mind. I believe that every person is infinitely important. I believe that there is a reason for life, even if the answer is simply that life is its own reason. I believe that people matter. I believe in individuality and uniqueness and common ground and unity. I believe in forgiveness, in revising first impressions, in change. I believe in art and beauty and music. I believe in hugs. I believe in holding hands and in cuddling. I believe that bodies...all of them...are wonderful and beautiful and powerful and awe-inspiring. I believe that we are very small. I believe in laying on the ground and realizing that there is so much happening underneath us that we will never see. I believe in learning. I believe in my own ignorance. I believe in immortality, whether through corporeal resurrection, spiritual afterlife, or simply the reverberations our deeds leave in the patterns of the universe. Everybody makes an impact, and their impact is what lives on. Therefore, I believe in making my waves of impact good. I believe in connections, in finding the sublime in others. I believe in expression, in words, in touch. I believe in family, both born into and chosen. I believe that this world has more to it than meets the eye, that there is an infinite amount of things we do not and wil never understand. I believe in climbing trees, jumping in puddles, and blowing bubbles. I believe in treating children like adults, and remembering as adults to stay like children.

I believe in more than I thought I did.

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