Tuesday 4 March 2014

Meeting with a Strong Woman





Work in progress from the series 'The Best Songbirds Learn To Sing In The Dark'





This week I wasn't sure that I had anything that I wanted to contribute to All About You. I was feeling the pressure. The pressure to have something valid or even interesting to say. I don't like to write out of a sense of duty, I don't like to see even a hint of 'I ought to' inbetween the lines here. My head and my heart have felt full the last few days, they have felt the busyness of processing all the stuff that life imparts, good and bad. I didn't want to show up here and say, I have been shouty and impatient and insular for the last few days. I didn't want to talk about that nor examine it. All the I know why and I don't know why's, it is both a familiar cycle and an unfamiliar one. There are subtle changes that let me know I am just on the cusp of figuring it all out and I just want to yell out to those close by, 'I'm so close, so close … just wait a little longer'.

I met with a friend for coffee this morning. She is a person that sees very clearly, she is a strong, purposeful woman, one who really champions other people, one who really champions other women. She helped me so gently to clear my head, she listened. She fed me when I asked to be nourished and summed up my disparate words with clear and concise choices. It felt like she was handing back my hopes and dreams, like she had readily opened a book, my book, my story and turned the corner on the the very same pages that I would've turned also. The pages that you want to return to, the ones that make it all make sense. The pages that sum you up, the pages that sum me up. She opened a door and let me in too and I was able to read more of her story, pages that had up until now been left unread. There was an exchange and a sharing that felt very special, and a clearing of thoughts on my part. I was able to lean on her and I am not a leaner, it does not come to me readily or easily, in fact I furiously resist it. I'm not sure if she can read this in me, I'm not sure if she knew the restorative work she was doing for me. I don't know if she was leaving feeling drained as can sometimes happen when another pours their life and soul into your lap. I hope not. Although, a selfish part of me, is simply proud that for once I was able to offer my vulnerability and unsureness without immediately feeling idiotic. This is progress, no? I do at least know for sure that this would be pleasing to her.

Today I met with a strong woman and I put my black heart in her warm hands and after a time my heart began to redden once more and for that I am grateful. It is such a challenge for me to ask for help and to accept advice and counsel and teaching from others, I think I have always been this way, a proud and stubborn creature. An awkward creature. It is part of who I am and I accept it even though it saddens me and makes me feel rage and envy at those that are able to seek and accept from others so easily. I suspect that forever more I will be trying to redden my heart with the help of others willingly and unwillingly but mostly unwillingly. I am but a work in progress, never complete. Never complete. 






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6 comments:

  1. Oh I'm glad you have such a lovely friend who will really listen to you. That's such a rare thing to find. I have lots of friends but only a handful that really really listen to me xxx #allaboutyou

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    1. I'm with you brummummyof2, finding someone that not only listens but really hears your outpouring is such a wonderful gift! Thanks for stopping by x

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  2. We are all a work in progress, it's just that some of us realise this fact more than others. Lovely post, glad you had your heart reddened by a good friend. #AllAboutYou

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    1. I'm definitely a work in progress mother.wife.me! I just don't always readily admit it! Friendship and kinship is such good nourishment though, it helps with seeing things clearly. Thanks for your lovely words as always x

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  3. Beautiful as always, thanks for putting this post in my lap today. I feel the same and begrudgingly accept counsel, I've always seemed to be the one to counsel others (friends ask my advice and support) and being the strong one has come naturally but we can't be strong all the time and like you say part of growing is allowing others to help you too. That in itself is a strength. You met a strong woman who helped you become even stronger. Thanks for this #allaboutyou

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  4. Thank you Honest Mum, it's so great to know someone else connects with your own struggles. I certainly recognise a strong woman when I see one and you are a fine example!

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