sometimes i feel like i am leaning on the glass
making a little fog on the surface with my breath
watching while others who know how to do all this stuff that people do
just do it
and i feel like i should be taking notes
or that i somehow missed the manual
and i have to rub the glass,
making that squeeky sound,
to look in again and figure it all out.
And then i meet someone from my tribe - usually when my nose is not pressed to that glass, and they are funny and engaging and interesting and they don't need a babel fish to figure out what i am saying
they just get me
and i realise all the times i went inside the glass and felt like i couldn't breathe and gave away more and more of my sacred truths to people who screwed them up and walked on... well those times were sacreligious
and now i will only give my jewels away to people who gasp with recognition.....
What a lovely realization for you, my friend!!
ReplyDeleteYou rock!!!
ohmygosh, what a great post! standing up clapping! loved this one!
ReplyDeleteI loved this!!! Really loved this. I can get to a place where I ffel like I am the outsider too....sometimes I just have to push myself that much harder to let *real* people in....and I am always surprised and amazed when they *see* me too. This is something I am working on to become more authentically me...if you like, I'll wipe the glass for you ;)
ReplyDeletemy lovely gasping tribeswomen! i bow down to you and your big hearts!!!
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ReplyDeleteMy heart resonates with this, faerian.
ReplyDeleteI so often feel as if I don't belong, only to find a like-minded/souled one when I stop trying too hard.
Bautiful Jane. How I love thee. Have given you an award on my blog. Go have a looksie..
ReplyDeleteMuch love and hugs to you.