This morning these words were whispering in my ear....
I am not the piece of furniture that others see as old and ugly and abhor.
I am not the brokenness in the cane of the chair that needs fixing.
I am not the rug that needs to be cleaned or the reason that it is soiled.
I am not the reason you are out of sorts like a rubber band stretched too far.
I am not even the fresh-picked basil that lends the lively taste to the baked ziti,
(But sometimes I would love to be the cheese)
I am not the illness inside of you any more than I am the medicine that allows you to regain your strength.
I am not the lawn or what the lawn will look like months from now when I am gone.
I am not in charge of every holiday much less the universe.
I am not really the reason that you smile even though I would like to believe it to be true.
I am blue, green, and gold with a patina deepening along my edges.
I hope some part of this resonates with you and you too will recognize what you are not and how deeply your truth resides beyond the superficial.
"I am not in charge of every holiday much less the universe.' YES! (thank you)
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Your words are so thoughtful and playful and deep. xo
Sometimes I forget these things Jennifer and get so caught up in thinking I am in charge of everything (silliness, huh). :)
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