What came to mind with this poem for me is how often and for how long I have tolerated emotional "rocks in my shoe," when an actual rock in my shoe gets my immediate and efficient self-care. Dealing with either starts with noticing that the damn thing hurts and clarifying what I need from the solution.
Just how do those pesky little stones find their way into our boots, anyway? I doubt I could toss a pebble into the little space available (around my ankle) if I deliberately tried. Probably kicked up by the other foot, like left and right feet playing games with each other...
(BTW I like the poems and your sketches best of all. - Saying that here cuz I didn't want to create another account on your survey site.)
What came to mind with this poem for me is how often and for how long I have tolerated emotional "rocks in my shoe," when an actual rock in my shoe gets my immediate and efficient self-care. Dealing with either starts with noticing that the damn thing hurts and clarifying what I need from the solution.
Such a wonderful reflection, thank you! 🤗
Just how do those pesky little stones find their way into our boots, anyway? I doubt I could toss a pebble into the little space available (around my ankle) if I deliberately tried. Probably kicked up by the other foot, like left and right feet playing games with each other...
(BTW I like the poems and your sketches best of all. - Saying that here cuz I didn't want to create another account on your survey site.)
I know, right? The rocks must be seeking a spot in our shoes... 😆 Thanks for sharing what you're enjoying most!