She felt invisible, misunderstood.
was anyone listening? Could anyone hear her?
They were preparing their responses
She was sharing her heart, her hopes, her dreams.
They were looking for ways to disagree.
She heard her shoulders calling
in their usual way of rising to her ears
Stop! they said, this is no fun.
So she collected all her gems, left the room.
And she faced the truth for the tenth time
This wasn’t her place anymore
not because they had changed, but she had.
This version of her was not well received
She was not as welcome
She had no business talking deep spiritual matters
when light banter was what was needed most.
It hurt. Again. Then it didn’t anymore.
Until next time perhaps.
Where do you go when you need a safe place to ground and rejuvenate?
It’s often Mother Earth for me.
If you can’t go out to the dirt, bring the dirt in to you!