I don't know about you, but the world I grew up in
was full of voices telling me where to go
and how to be...good, in particular.
Nice...always.
As I recall, no one was coaching me on being myself.
No one was there to encourage me to feel what I was feeling
even if it was too loud, unpleasant, uncomfortable or
god forbid, unacceptable to "society".
Not. One. Person.
Murderous rage was strictly forbidden;
crying uncontrollably frowned upon,
screaming was punished,
and anything related to sexuality
was never uttered except to warn against it.
I was well into my ripening
before that message was delivered.
At that point, I realized, regardless of the past,
now, the "coach" is me.
It was like a volcano erupted.
The lava is still pouring down the slopes.
And I want it to continue until my ripening
turns to remains and then to enriched soil.
May we all continue to "look within for the maps
we were drawing before the world told us where to go."
Namaste'
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