Thank you to member S. Renee Mitchell for sharing her thought-provoking poetry with ninety-nine girlfriends and the world.
Forced In The Silence to Listen
when this threat of harm has passed whether through death disease or determined intention my goal is to be different more purposeful more aware
today I am allowing seemingly immaterial moments to become a mirror
inform me of the ways I need to
adjust fine tune & confess the names of people I should forgive
with this forced silence prompted by an invisible enemy I am learning
& eusocial insects
to serve as sages
with open heart to turn inward to discover wisdom
love
who would have guessed the clamorous buzzing of bees which once stirred fear frustration fury even could teach life lessons about whom I decide to allow into my life whom to let go of & who to just let be
more & more I am asking myself what can those who are annoying
disrespectful callous & unkind
teach me about the peculiarities within myself
healing & to graciously
let go of the habit
to go outside of myself
for self-soothing
in each moment I can allow myself to get caught up
in the insistence
irritation & distraction of someone else’s way of being
- or -
I can unattach to an outcome
decide not to uncomfortably shift deliberately swat
or demand they be different I am becoming better at recognizing that heated words
are emotional billboards
hiding in plain sight displaying a longing to be seen
heard to feel safe & anger absence annoyance is sometimes / most times
ALL times just an expression of distress tightly wrapping itself
around the weight of anxiety or the horror of relentless ruminations
your buzzing about is rarely ever about me
& not even a worldwide crisis will prompt some folks
like most humans bees cooperate in the caring for one another each bee’s existence leverages an intentional interconnectedness an individual contribution toward the collective good
as they collect nectar to make honey their rapid wing-beats stir vibrations that agitate a plant’s pollen which fertilizes the next visited flower
eventually bees return to the hive carrying reserves to feed the larvae & even though most die before the fruit of their labor is realized reciprocity is mutual survival
to show affection beyond
their capacity to love themselves folks can’t give you something they don’t possess
or graciously receive something
they don’t believe they deserve
so I am listening better now yesterday I could easily
so consider, if you wil
the next time you are confronted with an irritating animation of energy you have a choice, you know
each encounter with another
have found blame
and assigned it a home
is an opportunity for an unfolding of a new truth an invitation to re-see reality
but today I chose to choose differently I decide to see purpose
& pose a self-reflective question which can shape one’s becoming:
in our crossed paths
a deeper reason
for our relationship a richer purposefulness for our friendship
am I hearing or am I listening?
© 2020 S. Renee Mitchell