This last two weeks I've been working with people going through some tough moments in life centered around their bonds with others. We work on how we breathe through these times; how we walk the sacred walk. One person in particular is finding his tongue in vocal experiences he would rather not be having, and so he is learning a new level of patience for what life is aligned with right now, and he is evolving at a great pace. I see someone he loves as being in great pain when other's would deem this person to be "bad" and such. When I pointed it out, he really sat with it. That warms my soul. To CONSIDER another human. Thank you for that moment. Particularly a human you have large feelings about. When humans are happy and well, they don't do malicious or intentionally hurtful things to one another. This comes from a place of hurt. Pain. Agony, suffering, neglect, regret, and unworthiness play roles in trauma responses (yellow, lashing out, radically making decisions and changing your mind frequently, never settling. These are signs of a human going through their own crisis. While they may be affecting you; be aware that they are operating from a place of hurt. Make choices that balance YOU, and they bit by bit move to find balance in themselves, which can be inspired by having many opportunities to see other people living out greater balance in their own lives. We live by affecting one another; igniting one another into life. Ignite consciously as able. Tonight's poem inspired by what I've witnessed this week in people's hearts. May you all find joy ---- "I Just Want To Be Loved" I just want to be loved but I haven't yet figured Out exactly what steps; and I'm constantly triggered By the deep pang of reflect, recompose, re-in-vigor The process that I'm fighting is a tide that's so much bigger Than my appetite for the fight. I could just flow. I could accept what it would mean to "let go" I could compose A new letter to my better Self and let my Self know I've seen me and where I'm going. I'm supportive of what I've been doing and maybe just letting Me into Me for a bit Would help sort out the noise in my head. This isn't about reject -tion This isn't about perfection or the people who stand erect from the fraction of your life that was given to you You've built new Forward From where you came And every time we look back we feel the pang Missed opportunities for connection and the stain Of judgements worn over our shoulders like a cloak With nails sticking through to my skin. It turns out, they're not ready to let me in. And I'm ready to stop taking that personally.
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