That cold wind

SW is my only link to the outside world these days. Get on here share thoughts stories etc yet start even feeling a pull from safety back to camp. The more I share the worse I feel about sharing. Reality check. The world is brutally cold and ominous. I have a tugging in my soul telling me to not share anymore and retain everything. What I have to offer isn't everyone's answer, only my own. Maybe beneficial for perspectives but still. I've had to learn everything by experience and so does everyone else. Words and perspectives don't teach. Living teaches. And my stories/experiences are best kept to myself because my own story is going to be my own story in the end, not anyone else's. That cold mistral wind gently lets me know to stay at camp where it doesn't blow. The tugging says share the music but leave it at that. So I'll pretty much just be doing music here but staying to myself and closed. I'm always thinking gosh maybe someone going through something can benefit from what I have to say and avoid trouble. But this tugging at me says don't do it anymore. So music it is from this point on. Reposting some stuff buried deep in posts, my music and keeping it at that for good, for anyone who might enjoy but nothing more. My safe place calls.