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To my family and friends, I thought differently.
But since I’ve loved my flaws less harshly, like pointing jeweled fingers;
since I’ve fallen and let myself savor who I was just then, rasping throat from less than gentle sounds, beautifully broken down, a phoenix who was afraid and not afraid to die;
since I’ve been in the same room with myself, my smells, my dying cells, my mistakes and since I’ve loved these things – since then I have loved you.
I thought I was before but this is differently better.
I am loving you when you turn away and miss your opportunity to praise. I feel myself soften and think how you are mine.
I am loving you when you miss your self-care and come late and forget.
I thought differently before.
I thought I loved you more the other times, but this is.
It is better to see that you will never be who I expected and that you just missed the turn and won’t.
It is better since I have thought more of me.
And although this sounds off; a discordant honk in the culture score around us,
Although this is awkward showing my ankles exposed while I walk amongst tall-poppies, I even love that
and it is not to say I gloat,
just that I won’t run to hide behind my accomplishments
and won’t hide you behind yours. I love you more because there is more. This is differently better and I love you.
Self-Care Tip #278 – Be a tall poppy.
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This is profoundly beautiful, thanks Doc.
cindy.
your name says all i need to. hugs
One flaw or character defect I have come to appreciate is stubbornness. You just have to employ it to fortify the positive directions you wish to follow.
i appreciate your turn toward specifics. thank u carl. this is a bigger dimension to what was posted. keep on.
Lovely writing. Be a tall poppy, an extension of the shining sun!
thx suzi
This is absolutely beautiful, Sana – so poetic and so strong. I love it as the poem it is as much as I love it for the message it gives. This one goes in my Bible to be read each night as a reminder, not only of who I am but who my family is, and what we can become through love and understanding. Thank you for making my day. Thank you for you and what you do.
thx nance. i lk imagining entering into worship w u.
Wow. Awesome. I am marinating in your words.
The u sweet. But all I can think of is u in a bowel of olive oil, salt n lemon
I relly don’t care to be a tall poppy. I like being a daisy.
I don’t know how to do a link here but if you go to
patriciawonders.wordpress
and look at April 18,2010 you will better understand what I am saying.
That was a sweet blog-post indeed. Yes. I definitely can see why u lk daisies! 😉
We must love others as they are, not as we want them to be or how they may someday be. What a sweet poem, Sana. Blessings to you…
Thank u dear carol. Bless u too!
Beautiful writing. But it is more important to me to know why you chose a ‘tall poppy’. Why you excluded all the other flowers over poppies; what made so special? Marie.
Marie, sorry it’s taken me so long to respond… I’ve been mulling over this n want u to know in a couple days I’m going to post on it cuz it’s a good q! Hugs
This is beautiful and takes up a home in the heart. Still working on collecting my thoughts about the workshop, too. I am deep into some Transcendentalist philosophy again right now, and it is amazing how many connections there are to all that we have been discussing. A blog post is kicking up dust in my mind about the workshop—when the words sort themselves out, I want to do a synthesis post like I did last week to give you some feedback. The take-away value from your workshops was HIGH…
thx friend. can’t wait to hear u.
This is quite lovely. It is certainly good to love others and ourselves just for who we are.
Thank you dear duck. I really bask in praise! Smile
Gosh, this is stunning, and it speaks straight to the core. Thank you, Doc.
thank u dear kate and you are welcome.
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