Writings

For the Child Who Feels Ugly

Hmm, you are very young.  Why do you hide your face?  I see you don't like your picture taken.  I've noticed the site of a camera distresses you.  Child, you appear not to like mirrors. 

I know this behavior.  I know your heart.  I know your feelings.  I know how it is to feel so ugly.  Child, did you know that somehow you learned untruths about yourself?  Because you are so young, you believe these mean lies about yourself.  I know this awful feeling.

Did you know the shade of your skin could not make you ugly?  Did you know if your skin is speckled with freckles, this could not make you ugly?  Did you know the shape of your nose could not make you ugly?  Did you know the color of your eyes could not make you ugly?  I don't think you know these things.

Did you know these are all mean lies?  Did you know all lies like these harm your spirit?  Yes, these all harm your spirit and this is what makes children and big people feel so very sad.  These lies harm your spirit; this is why you look down. 

Sweety, when you believe you are ugly, it is impossible to feel good about yourself.  Did you know when people feel ugly, this changes the shape of their face?  Yep, it sure does.  You might not know what you really look like.  I'll bet you are a nice looking child.  Please let me see your little face.

Awe, there you are.  I'm smiling just to see your little face.

Child, there are some things I want to share with you.
Okay, now listen with your heart.  I know your feelings.
I know your thoughts.
I know your memories. 
I know your deep sadness. 
I know you.

Child, I am with you.  I will always be with you.  I want to be with you and love you.  Come; let's hold hands.  Thank you, I like holding your hand.  Your hand feels good in mine.  I would like to hold your hand forever. 

I have a secret.  My heart murmurs with love.  I want to share my murmuring heart with you. Child, would you let me hold you?  I really would like to hold you close to my heart.  Come with me dear.  I understand you don't know holding hands and being held is good for you.  I know you are nervous.  I will not lie to you.  I will not hurt you.

Thank you for letting me hold you.  Child, you are a gift.  I feel wonderful holding you.

Some day you will know you are me. 
Some day you will know I am you. 
You see we are the same. 
You are the younger version of me.
You are me.
I am you.

For the Terrified Child

Oh Honey, I feel your terror.  My goodness little one, how did anyone not notice? 
I am looking back and I certainly notice you.  I see you shaking. 
I see your tummy doesn't feel good, cuz you are so afraid. 
Hmm, this must be the reason you experience so many aches and pains. 
Your terror is ravaging your little body.  Yes Honey, I do notice.  I notice you.

Honey; if I tell you something, do you think you might be able to remember?
Okay, now listen.  I am here to be with you all of the time.  I am here no matter how afraid you feel.  I am here even when you are not afraid.  I want to be here with you. 

You see my frightened child; I am you and you are me.
I will always be here with you.

I am with you.

For the Child Who Feels Unwanted

I know you feel unwanted and unloved.  I am sorry, my heart aches for you.  Come to me.  I want to keep you close.  I want to love you now and forever.  I want to help you never feel alone again.  I can and will teach you.  I want all of you in my life.  Yes, the most unwanted parts of you; I want you too. 

You see you are lovable, loving and very bright.  I know because I see you.  I see you with my open spirit.  I have always seen you.  I have always loved you.  I know it's been so hard for you to experience or believe me.  Although, this is hard for you to believe, please listen and make room in your heart to know and experience my acceptance and my undying love for you.

You see I am the older version of you.
I am and will always be here.
I am you and you are me.
We are one.

For the Child Who Is Unwanted

I see your pain young one.  I see how lost you are. 
I know how frightening it feels to be unwanted. 

I want you to know I will always want you. 
You are wanted. 
I will and am with you today and forever.

Oh my sweet wanted child, come to me.  Come let me hold you. 
Yes, just move forward a little and I will sweep you into my arms and never let go. 

Someday you will understand; I am you and you are me. 
I am the older version of you who has suffered so much.

My heart is with you.
I will always be with you.
You are wanted little one.

Remember we are the same.
I am you and you are me.

For the Child Who is Alone

Sweetheart, I know you are alone in your world.  I know you are lonely. 
Open your eyes, my sweet one.  I am here.  I am here to love you. 

My eyes are open.  I see you. 
I know your long suffering. 
I know your loneliness. 
I once was lonely too. 

Never again will you be alone. You see young one I am you.
I am the older version of you. 
We can join together heal and love ourself.

I am here my sweet one.
I will always be here.
I am you and you are me.

The Sobbing Heart of A Child

Sobbing little one, I see you.  Yes you.   I see your broken heart. 
Did you know we could heal your broken heart together?  Yep, we sure can.

I know healing your broken heart seems so very far away.  I have felt this way too. 
Oh, how painful it is to have a broken heart.  It's so very sad isn't it? 
I understand sobbing little one.

I am listening to the rapped rustle in your heart.  I can hear your unsteady breathing. 
I can feel the ache in your chest. 
I can feel the seemingly empty feeling in your mind, with all the rushing thoughts. 
I know my sweet sobbing one.  I know.

Did you know we are the same?  Yes, you and I are the same people.  We can love each other. 
You see my sweet sobbing one; you are the younger version of me.

I love you.
I will always love you.
I will guide you and we will heal together.
We are healing now.
I am you and you are me.
Remember this as you close your eyes this evening.

Ample Is My Love

My eyes look into my soul,
Searching with expectation.

Treasuring a river found within,
I am caressed softly.

Currents, movement, waves and stillness enamoring.
Rivers of my soul find me.
Reaching bridges made of silk hold my hand,
glisten my eyes, 
lifting my heartbeat,
With a resounding quench.

Ample is my love of self.

Woven Souls

Complex lessons, woven

Dispersed amongst the crowd

Compassion

Causing a locus of rupture.

Then connecting to souls,

Harmony

Old Eyes

Old eyes are of knowledge

They are leaders

Listen, learn and follow

Eyes of experience 

Wisdom are the eyes of the old.

A Meeting

Will you allow your soul to dance, 
your heart to surge with joy, 
your being to experience living?

Will you allow your diversity to grow,
 your heart to touch you, 
your soul to touch your heart, 
You're being to experience loving?

Will you allow your secret self,
 to reach, 
reach without judgment,
 yet with generosity? 
Reach with tenderness yet experienced?

Will you allow your being to experience depth?

Will you allow yourself to look,
 peak, and glance 
with uncharted tenderness,
 where you have kept secret?

Will you allow your secret self to be touched, 
with unknown tenderness,
 peace and acceptance?

Will you allow your heart,
 your soul,
 your being, 
your secret self to experience?

Will you allow your being to touch your secret self, 
with delicatness unknown, 
inexperienced, 
Disbelieved?

Will you embrace yourself?

Will you?

Dance With Tenderness

I found tenderness, the unearthed being deep within.
The one who dwells quietly.

She holds my heart, holds my soul and cradles my secret self, 
savoring my beauty while nurturing my being.

Deep as the marrow of my heart and memories, I will dance.

I will dance with my heart, my soul, my secrets; and what about my memories?

My suffering, my joyous smile and laughter;
I will dance with all of me.

I will dance the dance of tenderness allowing all of me to become united in 
sweet serenity.

The undying tenderness within me has inscribed strength and endurance.

Where does my tender strength begin?
Where does it end? Does it end?

I say dance woman dance!

There is no end to my tender strength.

For it is inscribed within.

 

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