i echo the discouragement of a nagging not enoughness. i also know the stinging self-judgment from too muchness, particularly as a man raised in the western world. we’re taught not to feel too much, not to cry too much, not to care too much. but i do feel, i do cry, and i do care. and for me that rebellious victory is enough. i love the reunion with your husband at the end of the poem. one of the brightest parts of my day is a reunion with my own husband when our hearts each wondrously whisper, “welcome home”
You are enough. Years ago, while camping on the high desert, I realized "I am enough." As you beautifully wrote, existence is enough. It holds all creation.
This, enough, James says,
prompting us to find our own.
Immersion quiets.
i echo the discouragement of a nagging not enoughness. i also know the stinging self-judgment from too muchness, particularly as a man raised in the western world. we’re taught not to feel too much, not to cry too much, not to care too much. but i do feel, i do cry, and i do care. and for me that rebellious victory is enough. i love the reunion with your husband at the end of the poem. one of the brightest parts of my day is a reunion with my own husband when our hearts each wondrously whisper, “welcome home”
I love that whispered "welcome home," both to the true self and to each other!
You are enough. Years ago, while camping on the high desert, I realized "I am enough." As you beautifully wrote, existence is enough. It holds all creation.
So very true!
"...the cedar chips release their
loamy scent like a sigh of relief"
James, you brought this smell...this moment...to me this morning. Thanks!
Thank you for receiving it!
❤️
An erasure poem from your opening comments.
inner chorus of enough
I'm immersed
absorbed in joy
less doubt
quiet
this is enough
Dear James,
I had to share this poem of mine with you!
You are enough
You may have wondered
about your self worth
and questioned your self for years.
You may not have had the support,
respect and love you deserve.
Life may have thrown
a few too many curve balls
and put mountains before you to climb,
but let me tell you, you are loved,
you are respected
and you are enough.
You are more than enough.
Teri Petz