Bernadette Joy
Jul 24, 2017 · 1 min read

Imagine all the fire and intensity given over to being critical instead being as fuel for creative work. Ah, what a splendid blaze of glory that would be and the spiral of sparks flying upward a testament and the light a fair beacon of hope and encouragement for all to see. Instead the sour miser sits alone in the dark, twisting his hands and in an agony of fault finding, claiming honesty as his sovereign territory when in fact he lives in a lonely kingdom of self-doubt and fear. Believing that the triumph of others diminishes his dull light. Wonder that let’s spark fly to spark until all the world is ablaze with a wonder of light and the shadows are beaten back, at least for time. Well, I didn’t know any of that was there to come out before I read your piece, what power is in a clear voice and how much we can accomplish together.

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