Tender

Some days I seem to have less endurance than others.  I try, I give everything my all, but it truly does seem to be less effective or with less strength that other times when I apply myself to the same activity.  

It took me a long time to learn to trust and respect these natural rhythms.  A long time of shaming and blaming myself for something that was an innocent flow of life.  I made it mean something about my quality of character, supporting how flawed I held myself to be.

 I wrote a poem a short while ago, thought this might be a lovely place to share what I've learned after all those years of misunderstanding me.

tender

like little babies

our bodies don't grow out of that

capacity

ability

need

function like antenna

radars for information  

service to the greater good

beyond the here and now

something more

slow down

listen

feel

be

it is enough

I love remembering that at the level of my nervous system, I am as tender as a baby.  So much love to you, too.

Let me know your thoughts, I'd love to hear.