My inner poet disappeared for a few days. She hasn’t been that quiet for that long in quite some time. She’d like to say hello again and thanks you for listening.
“I know I said all the wrong things, deafened in the aftermath of mistakes.” This is a perfect description of what happens to me when I stand in judgment of everything I say and do. I’m learning to hold this self judgment in awareness and realize that it is a whisper (sometimes a shout) of childhood longings for acceptance. Your words speak volumes, my dear.
Welcome back, inner poet.
She says hello.
“I know I said all the wrong things, deafened in the aftermath of mistakes.” This is a perfect description of what happens to me when I stand in judgment of everything I say and do. I’m learning to hold this self judgment in awareness and realize that it is a whisper (sometimes a shout) of childhood longings for acceptance. Your words speak volumes, my dear.
Thank you. It’s always nice to know that struggles aren’t unique. We’re all constantly learning.
Beautifully, powerfully stated.
Thank you!