it’s not something you can pretend to do or be. it’s a practice. it’s a regimen. it’s falling, standing, dealing with emotional or spiritual invaders and the endless this and that of all this….
when we look at the various stories that play out in our days, some beginning even as we open our eyes in the morning, we may not ever become entirely aware of the unconscious means with which we keep ourselves down, subservient, empty, and angry….
i think it is exceedingly rare these days that we take the time to truly get to know how someone wants to be loved; how they prefer to be treated, acknowledged, let alone or kept company; how they would be heard, understood, and validated; how they want to be touched and embraced, or how they’ll be open to it when they feel safe….
i let you go once
a test to be sure
after years of being curious
it seems in our culture that we’re often afraid of getting our hands dirty. the uphill battle of making a living, handling responsibilities and whatever else we load onto our plates is well enough. how can we have time and energy to tend to matters of the heart, spirit, and mind?…
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