Snarling, disagreeable, bristling don’t touch me…
But what’s underneath? What if we hold still long enough? Standing, perhaps sideways, so as not to confront and just wait…is there a softening?
Has all this rushing about been to merely keep the soft, tender center protected? Is the busyness a front – an armor?
Yeah… breathe… there it is… mmm, the crack, the chink in the armor, maybe eyes welling up a bit? Its ok… nothing to fix, nothing to do right now… another breath and we get a little softer, maybe a bit curious now?
Coming out of the shadows the soul is indeed shy as Parker Palmer once said…we all want to be seen and heard. Seen & heard…That makes you human, makes me human – to be a part of! I see you…
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