Weekly Writing Prompt No. 59. How we come across to other people is largely dependent on how we see ourselves and is always in relation to how they think about the people they already know, and have experienced. Similarly, we judge ourselves and others according to what we believe we know about ourselves, and what we assume will be important to them.
Never a truer word was expressed in the poetic form Lesley, we only ever think we know ourselves. And we get it wrong so much of the time because, when pushed, we'll say what we think someone wants to hear. To admit to wildness, the anarchy of the soul and self and the indulgence of need tells me all I need to know, thank you and I think we'll get along very nicely thank you very much :-)
Oh, thank you Linda. The joy of journalling is my never-ending exploring of who I am, who I want to be, who I might be becoming. And having forgotten writing this, I've just read it again...and I quite like it. I definitely believe it. "The anarchy of the soul" - oh I love that! And I think I'm only now (a bit belatedly) growing into my wildness. Maybe that's the blessing of our crone years: we finally get to be the wild ones.
YOU DON'T KNOW ME...
You don’t know me, but the problem is
I’m not entirely sure that I do, either.
We could find me out together.
Explore the world that might explode
me into who I’m meant to be.
Oh. You want more concrete information?
No chance.
Because in my imagination
I am a poet, an explorer, adventurer, dreamer,
I am a wild-gardener, a concoction-cook,
I am a late-sleeper, a beach-comber,
a person who eats with her fingers
and doesn’t care that much
how she looks.
I am without obligation,
child-free and parentless,
I’m a book-worm let loose
in the library shelves,
I pick up sticks,
and feathers,
and wonder what it means.
Never a truer word was expressed in the poetic form Lesley, we only ever think we know ourselves. And we get it wrong so much of the time because, when pushed, we'll say what we think someone wants to hear. To admit to wildness, the anarchy of the soul and self and the indulgence of need tells me all I need to know, thank you and I think we'll get along very nicely thank you very much :-)
Oh, thank you Linda. The joy of journalling is my never-ending exploring of who I am, who I want to be, who I might be becoming. And having forgotten writing this, I've just read it again...and I quite like it. I definitely believe it. "The anarchy of the soul" - oh I love that! And I think I'm only now (a bit belatedly) growing into my wildness. Maybe that's the blessing of our crone years: we finally get to be the wild ones.
I think you may have a point there Lesley - we're at an age when we don't have to give a damn!