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| In My Box by Joe Lewis |
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When my world is about me, it's small, confining and uncomfortable. I can feel lonely, rejected and be absolutely convinced I don't belong. I take things personally, grabbing affront from someone else's bad behavior, when there is the least suggestion I'm less than I'd like to be thought of.
I'm not available to you. You are simply there as a mirror for what I'm thinking. I see you through the filter of my opinions, judgments and attitude. That's pretty much all you see of me as well. My heart is well-hidden. When you're around me you won't feel nourished.
There's an inherent sadness in me when I'm in my box. Nothing superficial can shake that off. My smile is only skin-thick.
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| Chickadee by xstarttodayx |
When my context is more grounded in reality, when I'm out of my box, there's you, me and all of us at some level in my awareness. My heart is light and you know you are welcome in my life at this moment. When you're with me you'll come away feeling nourished. Your heart will be lighter. Your day will be brighter. We will have connected, each of us knowing we're okay in our imperfections. As we gain skill we become able to give and receive comment and observation without anything being taken personally. Even the pointing finger from someone having a bad day cannot shake me out of this larger context. I've had bad days myself and I'm deeply grateful that you, and others, haven't held those against me. So why not cut some slack for this other one? We both belong. I can see it and this one can't. And because I can see it, I don't react. I can respond. I'm learning. I'm alive.
