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As of late, I’ve been criticized for being distant, quiet, unavailable, aloof, and downright selfish.
My southern grace pushes me to apologize, but the part that is protective of me – my hurts, my heart, my silence – doesn’t feel the need to say I’m sorry, for fear it will be seen as an opening door – an unwelcome intrusion into the private world that is me.
Experience has shown me that it is a fragile line which divides time I need for myself and time I gladly sacrifice for others. Perhaps that’s why it’s so noticeable, since most of my time is spent on the sacrifice side of the fence.
Years ago, I was going through a rather traumatic time, and I didn’t share it with my family. Some likely saw that as selfish, and yet, it was a difficult period and my focus needed to be on myself. I’m certain (still) that if I had shared it with others, my role would have changed into being one to helping them to get through it. It’s also possible that the shift in focus would have been good for me, even if it came with the cost of certain burden.
Sometimes (selfish or not), it has to be about me. And sometimes, it is in these times that I realize those who love me most – those who allow me whatever I need (even – and especially when – it is at odds with what they would prefer).
Thank you for allowing me the gift of oneness, the sweet rapturous void of nothing…….. ❤
what time remains
as once we gathered
shadows of the sun
hands were folded
soft into
dreams we dared become
a fallen spark
of ancient light
some other
might have been
moments held
within the space
of one
evergreen
and miles to go
home before we knew
a garden bloomed
from seeds
of yesterday
a path
not one remembers
a distant
passing through
remains the same
as these we loved
blessings to repay
nights beyond
when all I dreamed
was you
. . .
lovely lines dear! good to see u
as it is good to know you settle sweet within my heart, Soumyav…….. ❤
I know these words well, My Dearest Friend Bobbie …..
I struggled to not care what people said or thought, and today I like my silent time for me…I realized I need no one to help me be me, they may draw some of the maps on my heart, but it is still I who still chooses what and which paths I took to make the memories, so I will remember and do with those memories as i need to form a stronger more focused me, maybe from those memories we plant the new seeds to grow gardens in new directions …
Enjoy your “me-time” you will come back stronger and brighter ….
Take Care…You Matter My Kindred Sister 🙂
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just me
I love this poem….feels like a summer nights breeze whispering of a new tomorrow to scatter more seeds 🙂
Beautiful, as you so rightly say sometimes it is about you and no one else !!
And not only is that acceptable, it is important to the survival of your soul…….. ❤
You are divine. You are loved. Your words always seem to reach a part of me that has endured the similarities of lessons. I love you. Thank you for sharing your heart and love. Please keep in touch. I lost your email address. Mine is dharma.1111@hotmail.com. I’m here…not too far from your spirit.
I love you, Millie. Mine is tornadoday@hotmail.com. I envy the miles you have there to wonder, which nothing but the lark to answer…….
Do not believe that one who seeks to comfort you lives untroubled among the simple and quiet words that sometimes do you good.
Her life has much difficulty … Were it otherwise she would never have been able to find those words.
– Rainer Marie Rilke
Indeed………had she not suffered the same fire, she could never speak to the healing……… Thank you, Peter.