Genuinely Vulnerable

As I mentioned in an earlier post, I’m reading The Gifts of Imperfection by Brene Brown and really connecting to the part about being vulnerable because it's a foreign language that I long to speak fluently one day. Two things come to mind. The first is Please Hear What I’m Not Saying by Charles C. Finn.  Though it was written in 1966 when I was just five years old, this masterpiece is so vividly etched in my mind because I memorized and performed it as a poetry piece for a Forensics Club Competition in high school.  

If you haven’t ever experienced it, do yourself a favor and hop over here where the original version is posted; 

it speaks volumes about vulnerability!

     

The second thing that’s been on my mind is this opossum that we got to watch over Christmas break. First, it meandered onto our porch in broad daylight, then  it wandered through our yard and eventually waddled up into this tree.  Wasn’t he supposed to be sleeping?  While it was such a treat to observe his habits from my breakfast nook, he seemed a little lost and very vulnerable. Oh, he's hiding alright, but aren't his defenses weakened without the mask of darkness on which he relies? So my question today is this:  

Is there strength in vulnerability? How do you know?