Dear Secret Parts of Me,
The scared. The wanting. The waiting. I know you have been waiting a lifetime for someone. A mother, to do and be the things that mommies do. A father. Someone to affirm your worth. A lover, to see the depth and breadth of your beauty. A friend, loyal and present and completely sold on your absolute divinity. A mentor, to cultivate and sculpt all that you are from all that you’re not. A boss, to recognize your invaluable contribution.
Someone – anyone – to see. And, to do more than see. To shout from the rooftops and preach to the choir about your innate, unshakeable value; your unwavering beauty…
even the ugly parts.
And oh, those parts. You’ve been waiting for them to be understood, held with grace, honored for their dutiful allegiance, held as if they were the same beauty as the rest of you – because they are.
You’ve been waiting for someone more than dependable – to do more than they say, to outshine themselves in your – and their – honor.
I have witnessed your waiting. I have felt your desperate longing, your utter loneliness and total helplessness. I have shared your secret fear that they will not come – that you will be waiting forever.
I have seen how that waiting has translated itself in to an inability to wait – fierce and unyielding independence which allows only the god-like closer than arm’s length. Learning skill after skill/trade after trade so that the need for help from another would be driven further and further away.
Dear Precious, Secret Self – I have witnessed your pain, your waiting. I have added my longing to yours; waiting a lifetime for someone – someone I was convinced was everyone else – to show up.
Really, you were waiting for me.
[Form inspired by a recent letter from Gerri Ravyn Stanfield in her “Extraordinary Healing and Leadership Arts” newsletter (you can learn more here)]
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