Your poem touched in me the sense of belonging felt within the quiet expectations of perfection. The story of making others comfortable by containing the truth of humanness. That quote about not wearing what you have been through - so many thoughts sprung from this. The permission to boundary where needed, yet the opposite end of the spectrum that requires one to deny the ragged truth of trudging through our shadows. Thank you for the inquiries - Who generously gives me space to come fully undone? Generously is the potent word here for me - the truth of offering. Who gives the space from love, a nurturing gift of beingness, a conscious willingness to encourage the truth to reveal itself fully. Thank you for your words and your wisdom.
This poem felt real close, Rose, as did the question of finding space to come undone.
Your poem touched in me the sense of belonging felt within the quiet expectations of perfection. The story of making others comfortable by containing the truth of humanness. That quote about not wearing what you have been through - so many thoughts sprung from this. The permission to boundary where needed, yet the opposite end of the spectrum that requires one to deny the ragged truth of trudging through our shadows. Thank you for the inquiries - Who generously gives me space to come fully undone? Generously is the potent word here for me - the truth of offering. Who gives the space from love, a nurturing gift of beingness, a conscious willingness to encourage the truth to reveal itself fully. Thank you for your words and your wisdom.
beautiful.