Take this for granted
Everyone needs to know they matter & everyone needs some kindness ….
I tend to stress my weaknesses with others. I can't imagine talking about my strengths.
How about when you're not talking? "Just" thinking?
I am far less critical of others. In fact, I see the beauty of Christ in each person I meet.
Do you see that beauty in yourself?
Not as much as I'd like, but more than in the past. Thank you for your thoughtful responses.
Loved (and appreciate) this, Phyllis-
Very helpful & hopeful reminder-
Full of grace...
Onward with more compassion for all -
including me!
Yes, including you! Maybe we learn compassion for others by being compassionate toward ourselves, and vice versa.
Weaknesses in my self most likely and strengths in others, more likely
So common. We deserve better from ourselves, yes?
Truly we do, Miss Phyllis. Maybe it’s that mean IMPOSTER SYNDROME that seeps in where not all cracks are visible. At any rate when having one of THOSE DAYS, SOUL STANK is a poem that came seeping out of me:
SOUL STANK
I just read a batch of my poems
New ones
Old ones
ones in the process
Pee-Yew
CRAP
pure unadulterated Poo
Word Turds
pretending to bring Enlightenment
from the Unflushable
SHITE
that wouldn’t even fertilize weeds
And the smell--
Soul Stank
a nose was never created to sniff
cursing itself to find a place above the mouth
And here I am
still shoveling out utterances
Manure masquerading as fudge
urging, pleading you to
Enjoy
have seconds
share with friends
apologizing all the while
yet secretly hoping
I’m wrong
What a cruelty
to have these words
feel like dust from a deep coal mine
sparkle like diamonds
to be what--
Soul Stool
Ah . . . Chuck . . . !
Now don’t get me wrong; it’s not a prevailing feeling and not always present; nor has it kept me from writing and presenting, but…
Everyone needs to know they matter & everyone needs some kindness ….
I tend to stress my weaknesses with others. I can't imagine talking about my strengths.
How about when you're not talking? "Just" thinking?
I am far less critical of others. In fact, I see the beauty of Christ in each person I meet.
Do you see that beauty in yourself?
Not as much as I'd like, but more than in the past. Thank you for your thoughtful responses.
Loved (and appreciate) this, Phyllis-
Very helpful & hopeful reminder-
Full of grace...
Onward with more compassion for all -
including me!
Yes, including you! Maybe we learn compassion for others by being compassionate toward ourselves, and vice versa.
Weaknesses in my self most likely and strengths in others, more likely
So common. We deserve better from ourselves, yes?
Truly we do, Miss Phyllis. Maybe it’s that mean IMPOSTER SYNDROME that seeps in where not all cracks are visible. At any rate when having one of THOSE DAYS, SOUL STANK is a poem that came seeping out of me:
SOUL STANK
I just read a batch of my poems
New ones
Old ones
ones in the process
Pee-Yew
CRAP
pure unadulterated Poo
Word Turds
pretending to bring Enlightenment
from the Unflushable
SHITE
that wouldn’t even fertilize weeds
And the smell--
Soul Stank
a nose was never created to sniff
cursing itself to find a place above the mouth
And here I am
still shoveling out utterances
Manure masquerading as fudge
urging, pleading you to
Enjoy
have seconds
share with friends
apologizing all the while
yet secretly hoping
I’m wrong
What a cruelty
to have these words
feel like dust from a deep coal mine
sparkle like diamonds
to be what--
Soul Stool
Ah . . . Chuck . . . !
Now don’t get me wrong; it’s not a prevailing feeling and not always present; nor has it kept me from writing and presenting, but…