there is new, pink, baby flesh under there!
October 28, 2006Oft times the most useful tool, is the one that that inflicts the most damage. In my case, I shall have to be aggressive and ruthless in my attempt to scrape away the mutiple callouses that life’s oppositional “rubbings” have caused me.
No loofa will do, I must use putty scraper and chisel to rid myself of the ugly, toughened, deadness that I acquired as a means of “protection.”
Isn’t it odd how a word, or a phrase, or even a look from kin or stranger can be internalized? Internalized, sucked inward, incorporated, and then burst through to the outside, forming a calloused, dry, and unfruitful spot that causes us more pain than the initial wound?
So tonight, I carve, with reckless abandon. I will rid myself of the naysaying words spoken over me and my dreams, I will cut deep until the tender flesh of who I am is once again visible.
I slough, therfore I am……………..whatever the hell I want to be!
Frogita
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Lori
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Perfect! You will find this added to the section that deals with sloughing in the A to Z of Alchemy.
Slough on sister! You are on a roll and I think firmly caught in Enchanteur’s web. I am just below you - dangling by my ankles - so close you can reach out and touch me - and you have - touched me.
“I will rid myself of the naysaying words spoken over me and my dreams, I will cut deep until the tender flesh of who I am is once again visible.”
Well spoken.
Until we have the courage to raise up our heads and say the needed “no way” to the naysayers, until we have the cohones to be positive in the face of gloomy doomers and black magic “friends” and glass-half-empty politicians and deal cutters, we remain unformed fetus spirits, grown stale in fifty year old amniotic fluids.
MotherBear