Honesty. Are there levels, and if so, isn’t it wise to reserve some layers of honesty for…for safe places? Or is it possible that if my heart is operating in divine identity and purity, my every ounce of honesty will be accompanied with the finesse, grace and courage required?
And if not–why do I feel continuously invited toward still-deeper, unrestrained expressions of honest and open transparency? Because let’s be honest (natch), the moment we decide to be honest, we come face-to-face with how much trust people. Honesty is a mirror, and the reflection can be exhiliarating, freeing–or damning.
