I was about six years old when I had a birthday party on the back porch in Paarl. I remember the stretch of quiet minutes before my friends were supposed to arrive. My mom had set the table, ordered a beautiful cake and I had my birthday dress on. But I suddenly felt panicky: What if nobody showed up? Even at six, those minutes were long and scary. I felt alone and now, as an adult and somewhat more versed in Brene Brown speak, I recognize I also felt vulnerable. I’d put my heart out there in an invitation and I hoped my friends would show up for me.
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I notice this same Black Hole of Vulnerability still exists for me as an adult. It exists in the dark before the Light.
In the silence before Sound. In the not-yet-knowing before Clarity. It lives in the gap between the Invitation and the Realization. We feel that Black Hole of Vulnerability between hitting “publish” on a post and the very first person who comments or tags you on Facebook. Will anyone read? We feel that Black Hole of Vulnerability when we leap to make a difference–, or –knowing we can do something by ourselves, but we can actually move MOUNTAINS if we do it together.
But will anyone else come? “Vulnerability is the core, the heart, the center, of meaningful human experience,” says Brene Brown. The story we find ourselves in globally actually requires of us, as women and men, to be courageous together and be vulnerable. Especially when we’re part of a sisterhood. Especially when the odds globally are stacked up against women and girls.
Especially when a young guy goes on a rampage and shoots women, because they’re women. We can be a movement that raises up a standard of Light against the dark. We can always do so much more together. – My $25 is important towards any good cause.
But my $25 multiplied by 200 people who choose to stand together, means great impact. – My regular tweet (with or without a hashtag) makes a sound into the Twitterverse.
My tweet added to a hashtag like #yesallwomen, becomes part of a roar. Together is powerful. We know this. So, on Saturday, June 7, our SheLoves sis, Cynthia, is putting on a party. Yes, it’s a birthday party of sorts, except she wants this party to celebrate and benefit women and girls in Rwanda and Moldova.
She’s inviting us to come and walk or run with her. I’ll be there, because when one of my friends steps out on behalf of a better world for women and girls, I want to move into the Black Hole of Vulnerability with her to make it less scary. Who needs that icky feeling of panic or self-doubt, especially when she’s trying to make a difference? I’ll tell you straight up: this isn’t about my dream or your dream. Not this time. But this is about how our dreams will also come as we start walking with someone else in the realization of her dream.
The first time I launched something that felt like a big, scary dream, my inspiration came from helping someone else build her dream. It was in growing her dream that mine also came.
A light bulb went on for me even then. If you’re about to leap or have a dream in your heart, why not step into someone else’s dream and make it a bit less daunting for her first? Black Holes of Vulnerability will (and need to) happen as we become more and more courageous.
Let’s decide to be the answer to her question, Will anyone come? – Tell a friend you’ll stand with her in her dream. – Leave a comment on a blogpost today, or every day this week. – Help Cynthia fulfill her audacious hope by, or or with your world. Tell her: I’ll be there. I like soggy cereal and I would like to go to every spot on the map of the earth to meet our world’s women. I dream of a world where no women or girls are for sale.
I dream of a world where women and men are partners in doing the work that brings down a new Heaven on earth. My word last year was “roar” and I learned it’s not about my voice rising as much as it is about our collective voices rising in unison to bring down walls of injustice. This year, my own word is “soar.” I have three children and this place–right here, called shelovesmagazine.com–is my fourth baby.
I am African, although my skin colour doesn’t tell you that story. I am also a little bit Chinese, because my heart lives there amongst the tall skyscrapers of Taipei and the mountains of Chiufen. Give me sweet chai and I think I’m in heaven. I live in Vancouver, Canada and I pledged my heart to Scott 11 years ago. I believe in kindness and calling out the song in each other’s hearts. I also believe that Love covers–my gaps, my mistakes and the distances between us. I blog at idelette.com and tweet @idelette.
I was about six years old when I had a birthday party on the back porch in Paarl. I remember the stretch of quiet minutes before my friends were supposed to arrive. My mom had set the table, ordered a beautiful cake and I had my birthday dress on. But I suddenly felt panicky: What if nobody showed up? Even at six, those minutes were long and scary. I felt alone and now, as an adult and somewhat more versed in Brene Brown speak, I recognize I also felt vulnerable. I’d put my heart out there in an invitation and I hoped my friends would show up for me.
I notice this same Black Hole of Vulnerability still exists for me as an adult. It exists in the dark before the Light.
In the silence before Sound. In the not-yet-knowing before Clarity. It lives in the gap between the Invitation and the Realization.
We feel that Black Hole of Vulnerability between hitting “publish” on a post and the very first person who comments or tags you on Facebook. Will anyone read?
We feel that Black Hole of Vulnerability when we leap to make a difference–, or –knowing we can do something by ourselves, but we can actually move MOUNTAINS if we do it together. But will anyone else come?
“Vulnerability is the core, the heart, the center, of meaningful human experience,” says Brene Brown. The story we find ourselves in globally actually requires of us, as women and men, to be courageous together and be vulnerable. Especially when we’re part of a sisterhood. Especially when the odds globally are stacked up against women and girls. Especially when a young guy goes on a rampage and shoots women, because they’re women.
We can be a movement that raises up a standard of Light against the dark. We can always do so much more together.
– My $25 is important towards any good cause. But my $25 multiplied by 200 people who choose to stand together, means great impact. – My regular tweet (with or without a hashtag) makes a sound into the Twitterverse.
My tweet added to a hashtag like #yesallwomen, becomes part of a roar. Together is powerful. We know this. So, on Saturday, June 7, our SheLoves sis, Cynthia, is putting on a party. Yes, it’s a birthday party of sorts, except she wants this party to celebrate and benefit women and girls in Rwanda and Moldova.
She’s inviting us to come and walk or run with her. I’ll be there, because when one of my friends steps out on behalf of a better world for women and girls, I want to move into the Black Hole of Vulnerability with her to make it less scary. Who needs that icky feeling of panic or self-doubt, especially when she’s trying to make a difference? I’ll tell you straight up: this isn’t about my dream or your dream. Not this time.
But this is about how our dreams will also come as we start walking with someone else in the realization of her dream. The first time I launched something that felt like a big, scary dream, my inspiration came from helping someone else build her dream.
It was in growing her dream that mine also came. A light bulb went on for me even then. If you’re about to leap or have a dream in your heart, why not step into someone else’s dream and make it a bit less daunting for her first? Black Holes of Vulnerability will (and need to) happen as we become more and more courageous.
Let’s decide to be the answer to her question, Will anyone come? – Tell a friend you’ll stand with her in her dream. – Leave a comment on a blogpost today, or every day this week. – Help Cynthia fulfill her audacious hope by, or or with your world. Tell her: I’ll be there. I like soggy cereal and I would like to go to every spot on the map of the earth to meet our world’s women. I dream of a world where no women or girls are for sale. I dream of a world where women and men are partners in doing the work that brings down a new Heaven on earth.
My word last year was “roar” and I learned it’s not about my voice rising as much as it is about our collective voices rising in unison to bring down walls of injustice. This year, my own word is “soar.” I have three children and this place–right here, called shelovesmagazine.com–is my fourth baby.
I am African, although my skin colour doesn’t tell you that story. I am also a little bit Chinese, because my heart lives there amongst the tall skyscrapers of Taipei and the mountains of Chiufen. Give me sweet chai and I think I’m in heaven. I live in Vancouver, Canada and I pledged my heart to Scott 11 years ago. I believe in kindness and calling out the song in each other’s hearts.
I also believe that Love covers–my gaps, my mistakes and the distances between us. I blog at idelette.com and tweet @idelette.