I see all of my flaws, my attributes are hidden.
My view disgusts me.
My truth is I see unworthiness.
You can't tell me it's not there. I won't believe you.
You can't tell me that it's not true. It is for me.
I have been living with it for a long time, dodging and weaving, ducking and hiding, ignoring, yelling, fighting it.
His death makes me see.
I can't ignore it.
I will have to deal with this.
The little girl in me is in full temper tantrum.
All I can do is hold her, tell her it will be ok.
That is the only truth that matters, I guess.
It's also the one I fully believe.
like
ReplyDeletebeing parent
and child
at the same time,
no?
like
learning to be
patient with yourself,
giving yourself
time to tie your shoes,
remember your keys,
time to scream
and
roll around on the floor saying NO,
time
time
time
time.
.
just listened to pema chodron say that when the fear comes, cradle it in lovingkindness.
ReplyDeleteit sounds so easy when she says it....
xxdanna