Susan you have written this so beautifully and have touched on an unspoken area of our true self. My view is how wonderful it would be for a ‘ I’m not enough. I’m too quiet ‘ to meet up and find their perfect complementary match in ‘ She’s too much and too loud’ The truth is we are all seen by our beloved and we will always be enough for them. Love Heals 💖
"In the end, you truly are enough. You will live to learn what you are built to handle and it doesn’t mean you are inadequate. It may mean the situation is larger than the space you can offer and demands more strength than you can realistically give."
Yes, it is a continuing process throughout life. As an aging male, I carry shame about not being able any more to be the tip of the spear in meeting challenges of life. What once I was "built to handle" I can no longer maintain and I have to accept and embody what now I can "realistically give."
Aging brings up its own array of grieving and loss. Disease and surgeon's knives whittle away at what is left of me revealing ancient tissue and wounds buried for decades. "Life is suffering," but living is forgiving and blessing the orphans hiding in the shadows of my flesh. As I welcome and honor them for their courage, I move closer to the precious Core that they braved to protect. They are Love personified, puzzle pieces of Love seeking Wholeness. How much can I reveal before I am no longer?
I appreciate your heart and words, John. I would like to read more of your insights, thoughts and feelings on this and other topics. I alwqys find something in your renderings that bring me into my humnaess and acceptance of what it entails. Much care!
Well articulated feelings of shame and sorrow for the burden of pain i carry. Accepting the reality of a multitude of losses with self compassion and acknowledging the complexity of my life offers a sense of relief. Through my relentless efforts to be “enough” I’ve become exquisitely aware of how I arrived here not enough. As well as the likelihood of how many desires shall never be satisfied or resolved the way I’d imagined. I’ve run out of time and a will to continue pursuing ghosts which only lead to collapse as they elude me.
Thank you. This feels so real. Nearing the age of 60 and this “grief “ has been with me as long as my herstory. 🙏
Susan you have written this so beautifully and have touched on an unspoken area of our true self. My view is how wonderful it would be for a ‘ I’m not enough. I’m too quiet ‘ to meet up and find their perfect complementary match in ‘ She’s too much and too loud’ The truth is we are all seen by our beloved and we will always be enough for them. Love Heals 💖
"In the end, you truly are enough. You will live to learn what you are built to handle and it doesn’t mean you are inadequate. It may mean the situation is larger than the space you can offer and demands more strength than you can realistically give."
Yes, it is a continuing process throughout life. As an aging male, I carry shame about not being able any more to be the tip of the spear in meeting challenges of life. What once I was "built to handle" I can no longer maintain and I have to accept and embody what now I can "realistically give."
Aging brings up its own array of grieving and loss. Disease and surgeon's knives whittle away at what is left of me revealing ancient tissue and wounds buried for decades. "Life is suffering," but living is forgiving and blessing the orphans hiding in the shadows of my flesh. As I welcome and honor them for their courage, I move closer to the precious Core that they braved to protect. They are Love personified, puzzle pieces of Love seeking Wholeness. How much can I reveal before I am no longer?
I appreciate your heart and words, John. I would like to read more of your insights, thoughts and feelings on this and other topics. I alwqys find something in your renderings that bring me into my humnaess and acceptance of what it entails. Much care!
Well articulated feelings of shame and sorrow for the burden of pain i carry. Accepting the reality of a multitude of losses with self compassion and acknowledging the complexity of my life offers a sense of relief. Through my relentless efforts to be “enough” I’ve become exquisitely aware of how I arrived here not enough. As well as the likelihood of how many desires shall never be satisfied or resolved the way I’d imagined. I’ve run out of time and a will to continue pursuing ghosts which only lead to collapse as they elude me.
Thank you ✨