People often say they want honesty in their relationships 
but often its a convenient version of honesty.  When it suits them.

Truth, when and only the time is right.

But why not all the time? 

Imagine living in that place, where the foundation and walls of your relationship are made of the fabric of Truth. Where all you do and say is supported by the knowledge that deception doesn't have an existence; not a foothold. 
No second guessing, reading between the lines or wondering...
Imagine living in the incredible intensity and clarity and brilliance of that place. 

if you ever had a centre, you will know it when things end.
That is the thing: to feel the present directly and not flinch.
Make the gap, the hole, so certain that it becomes your centre;
your North Star.

A contradiction, obviously.
We are under the impression we have to strive to achieve our life's purpose. We have to fulfil our destiny, unravel our soul purpose. But how we grasp in trying to do so!
Perhaps the whole of life's purpose is not to strive, but be content with what is. 
To tolerate. To accept. 
Acknowledge what one has and be utterly grateful and aware of the abundance all around us. There are so many who are far less fortunate. 
Perhaps the point is just to be the best human being you can be. The most divine expression possible. It is so easy to think of oneself before others. It is so easy to say "it's my right to do as I please," but when this trespasses on another's rights and compassion is cast aside, you can find yourself on a slippery slope and self empowerment can quickly turn to base selfishness. 
A constant practice.

Found the Daylesford/ Castlemaine area to be one of the most beautiful places in Australia. The scent of creativity permeates the air. 

A claw foot bathtub on the back verandah is an inspiration:
Beneath the olive leaves
Bathing in translucent milk
Afternoon gold fading to bronze
The eastern star rises. 

humans are capable of the most sublime grace but also the greatest evil. 

methinks that an omission of compassion or consideration is an deliberate act. 

and yet, on which side of the fence does it fall?

a beginning, however small, is a beginning.
a small market staall, in a small artisan market; just one saturday in december.
 it is a start, a beginning- the birth of some new bravery.

"It's brave...what you said."
Speaking the truth isn't brave. Is just is.
We only began to say 'truth' was courageous when we feared showing our vunerability.
Ironically, showing your vunerability makes you stronger.