I wish that a spirit of giving could be renewed in me. I need to be an authentic giver of myself, and imagine that what I am doing is an act of taking something that was given to me and passing it along to someone else. When I am in the spirit of trying to collect and amass all that I have written, so that I might look upon it with amazement and admiration of myself, I have created a tiny little idol that nobody but me (and probably not even me) needs.
When I am in a true spirit of giving, I don’t care how much of what I give comes back to me. I don’t need tax write-offs, receipts, reimbursements. I begin to lose most of my insistence and rigidity that people do things a certain way. I am not as hung up on the particular time, place and body that I inhabit.
I am willing to be seen as less of a ______, if it means that what created that “less of a …” was a gift of my own self, which exists merely because of the gifts and sacrifices of others.