There is Joy in Community
There are Tears in Community
There is hustle and bustle
There is quiet
There is wondering
There is assurance
Why do I reject it?
Why do I crave it so?
I reject it because it means that I might not be accepted.
I reject it because relational risk seems like suicide.
I crave it because I was created to be with people.
So I might Grow.
So I might give
Showing people your soul
Laying out your unmet needs
When you don’t fully know yourself
It’s hard to show others who you are.
Maybe that’s part of being in community
Getting to Know ME
In the supported circle of others
Maybe they are getting to know themselves as well
I won’t know
Until I ask
Until I show up
Until I breathe in the undiscovered love around me
Relational Risk ~ Suicide?
Suicide is gone forever, no more feelings, no more hopes, no more dreams
In Suicide you lose yourself
With relational risk
That Girl That Hides
She must go
I don’t have any more hopes and dreams for the hide-r
The blooming bud is where I am now.
In the Love
Getting rooted In
A New Focus of Eternal Values, as opposed to earthly materialism.
Some Day I will form My own seeds and disperse
Is it possible I might be doing that now?
This cycle continues
The give The take
The supporting the encouraging
I’m taking in love, I’m giving My Story, My Hopes
The Girl That Hides
Must Be Acknowledged
Must Be Heard
That God has plans for for Her
A message to share
About Not Using Food
And Being Fully Alive
Must the Girl in The Bottle Leave Forever?
Is it truly suicide?
Or might I come back to her from time to time
When I need to
She may have a new role
She may be the one to re-energize me
To honor the sacredness of the quiet
She may leave, but not be forgotten entirely
She will nudge me
Letting me know when it’s time to go inside
A Peaceful Place, no longer a Cocoon
The glass bottle will be broken
She will wait for me
Offer some tea
And let me slumber
Away from the Noise
Of that Much Needed Community