Sixty years I have been on this planet. Before I could read, sad, angry, hurtful words accompanied my monsters and were the color of many "stories" I heard. From the moment I could read, and later from the moment I could write, it was me who controlled the narrative. Except for those forced memories. Like many of us, on our path, we learn the blessing of letting go, and becoming our own kind friend. I have recently embraced my own hand, learning to be there for myself. I reach across the cosmic sky and press my hand to yours as a solidarity solute. I feel you sister! I thank you for the imagery, the symbolism, the now tattooed image on my heart that I can access anytime and know that wherever I go there I am and I now have a pressed palm to remind me of that. Thank you, once again for the gift of your words, your unabashed sharing and the meticulousness of your craft and commitment to share. Yours is among my favorite voices on my journey. Namaste, Robi
Thank you so much for sharing and for your kind words. It's such a lifelong practice, becoming our own kind friend, right? Some days I'm good at it other days...I need the reminder, too. Sending my best to you.
I do think that we humans all have to find a way to become more human (kind, generous, compassionate) to be in harmony with ourselves and with Nature, our natural environment.
For humans, this takes learning and effort. Yet, it can be found, the path that is right for you. And me.
I do not think that there is only one path to this journey of being fully human. There are many, many paths, which explains the many religions and ideologies. It can be Organized Religion; it can be Music; it can be Visual Arts; it can be Writing; it can be Birds. It can be a combination.
I agree! I think whatever works, stick with it, and how lucky we are if we find something, a belief system or just a feeling, that makes us feel held and less alone. Thank you for sharing!
Dear Dear Dear Alexa,
Sixty years I have been on this planet. Before I could read, sad, angry, hurtful words accompanied my monsters and were the color of many "stories" I heard. From the moment I could read, and later from the moment I could write, it was me who controlled the narrative. Except for those forced memories. Like many of us, on our path, we learn the blessing of letting go, and becoming our own kind friend. I have recently embraced my own hand, learning to be there for myself. I reach across the cosmic sky and press my hand to yours as a solidarity solute. I feel you sister! I thank you for the imagery, the symbolism, the now tattooed image on my heart that I can access anytime and know that wherever I go there I am and I now have a pressed palm to remind me of that. Thank you, once again for the gift of your words, your unabashed sharing and the meticulousness of your craft and commitment to share. Yours is among my favorite voices on my journey. Namaste, Robi
Thank you so much for sharing and for your kind words. It's such a lifelong practice, becoming our own kind friend, right? Some days I'm good at it other days...I need the reminder, too. Sending my best to you.
I do think that we humans all have to find a way to become more human (kind, generous, compassionate) to be in harmony with ourselves and with Nature, our natural environment.
For humans, this takes learning and effort. Yet, it can be found, the path that is right for you. And me.
I do not think that there is only one path to this journey of being fully human. There are many, many paths, which explains the many religions and ideologies. It can be Organized Religion; it can be Music; it can be Visual Arts; it can be Writing; it can be Birds. It can be a combination.
I agree! I think whatever works, stick with it, and how lucky we are if we find something, a belief system or just a feeling, that makes us feel held and less alone. Thank you for sharing!