Привет друзья, сегодня хочу поделиться одним из своих стихотворений.... такие приходят когда бывает грустно🤔
Это имеет место быть. Прошу любить и жаловать разной☺
Грустно как-то стало... Опять один, опять закрыты двери
Любимые, знакомые до дыр...
И сердце твое словно на мишени
Попало главным призом в старый тир.
Слова стреляют, больно так вонзаясь...
Молчанье бьет сильнее и точней.
И вот губами к двери прикасаясь,
Ты просишь, чтоб открыли поскорей..., #ростов#ольгаковалева#ростов2017#стихи#поэзияростова#поэтесса
“This soul of mine can be exhausting at times; its need to take on the heaviness of those around me can leave me feeling so drained. I have been told that I tend to bring out the truth in other people, and by that, I mean, strangers feel comfortable telling me their secrets. I have always wondered if keeping secrets of my own for so long is the reason for that, but whatever the case, I am still gratefully willing to hold someone else’s pain for them; even if it only happens to be for a conversation. I have always struggled with understanding myself, and through the process of getting to understand others, I have slowly begun to accept who I am; or at least acknowledge what I have always ignored. Maybe that is what it has always been about. We learn to accept our truth when the truth of a stranger speaks to us on a level that we are finally able to understand.” -Megan Lawrence — Did you get a chance to check out my new blog? “5 Podcasts That Have Influenced My Life” — Click the link in the BIO! — I love you. I appreciate you! — HealingHopefuls.com —#InMyOwnWords#MeganLawrence
Wind blowing, leaves falling
In the woods I am walking
Birds chirping, squirrels digging
Not stopping my mind from wandering
Beautiful things everywhere
open your eyes, happiness is right their. .
Pic by @daakter
💙✨ Perhaps the hardest lesson for a Lover is learning to accept the necessary wisdom that comes from solitude. I fought this for years. I crammed every moment with relationship and interaction—something social media and texting makes this particularly easy to do. To avoid our own presence. But oh, my darlings, we miss out on so much when we deny ourselves the gift our our own attention.
Without distraction, without relating to another’s experience, what does it feel like to be “me”? Here? Now? Without the space for our individuation, how could we possible know what we want of this Life? What we need for our own care? Or even *who* we want to share our space and time with?
When we abandon ourselves in this way, things get muddled and confusing quickly.
I have always felt the twinkling Truth of my Soul within me, but until I commit to making space in my Life for just me, it was highly difficult to hear her. And when I could hear her, it was even more difficult to push through the voices and demands of others to CHOOSE her. But alas, we must. If we want freedom, balanced Love, and peace anyway.
I know it doesn’t feel “good” at the beginning. The process of untangling ourselves from the web of identity and relationship can be painful and exhausting. But it is temporary. I can say from experience that under the film of anxiety, confusion, guilt, shame—the whole cocktail of human emotion—we actually feel incredible bliss and peace. And we never get to feel that for ourselves until we truly surrender to our aloneness.
Can we make the intention, just for today, to give ourselves a little more of our attention than we did yesterday? Can we choose to draw the fearful part of ourselves into our heart and say, “It’s okay, dear, I’ve got you.”?
We can only meet another as deeply as we’ve met ourselves. Let it be with Love.
Read this poem + others on Raw Soul (link in profile)
“I think the best feeling is when you make someone that you like a lot laugh and their whole face lights up and they start giggling and you’re really happy that you were able to make someone so beautiful smile so much.”