Brush Away The Dirt | 11.14.20
If you are at all like me, even for a moment or two a week, you’ll understand this haiku, this feeling, today. Often, I feel myself deep down below the surface of my voice, I feel like I’m down there shouting out, needing a bit of patience or joy, needing a break, a breath, tenderness or care. I think sometimes this is the Autism, I think sometimes it’s the universe, I think sometimes it’s too much people, too much noise, too much just too much, but whatever the case may be, I sink in and I wait. Brave are those that are willing to brush the dirt away, to get their hands unclean in the attempt to resurrect me. Brave and loving and kind and I feel unworthy for the grace given.
Lost and shouting out,
buried deep inside myself.
Brush away the dirt.
Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Well my love, at least when you are feeling buried you make beautiful things. I just cry and bake more cookies. 💚 p.s. I’ll always try to bring you back. Always.
Your words always come at the right time. I feel this way often, and I too sometimes think maybe it's from my panic disorder, maybe it's spiritual, or maybe it's just me in my head, overthinking. It's hard to tell the difference. I've learned to be the person who is willing to try to help my own self out of that dark place, and I look forward to the day when I have someone else who might want to try to support me when I'm there too.
Thank you for baring your soul out there for everyone to see and making a home for us kindred spirits.