When your voice needs to BE heard
When YOU need to BE heard
When only you seeing or hearing
Can let another’s circumstances BE heard
Dare to make a difference…
Speak Up
I think I used to BE far more willing to Speak Up. To BE,
like a child, insistent and bold and never the least bit reluctant to call what
I saw what I knew it was called.
NOT so much anymore. And that makes me both sad and much
more compassionate.
I grew up in a swirl of voices that mostly didn’t want to
listen to mine. I’m BEginning Now to see that may well BE why I tend always to
err on the side of talking too much. NOT that I am blaming or meaning to shame
anyone… even myself.
This
year for the first time ever I'm starting to interrupt my jabbering. And
it is NOT an easy thing since 90% of my time is spent with just me and Gracie.
I have followed threads backward to what may well BE the WHY
of lost communications with people I dearly miss.
I will Speak Up in my own head. Yet sometimes I think I am
too late. All wrong. My efforts futile.
Still, I am pointed there. I am Willing to stop and change.
I love you, Currie
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