Day 3 Reclamation Feel Good Wild Musings with Renee Magnusson
Some of the following reclamations were never fully mine but they contain the essence of what I want to reach for and nurture. I want to reclaim love and kisses and hearts and hugs and kindness like there's no tomorrow with no expectation of return, whether or not it makes me vulnerable. I’m drawn to hearts and writing love at the end of letters, even emails, to friends and putting kisses and I want to reclaim writing all that and showering facebook with hearts to show love and support without worry that it’s too gushy or too much. Losing the friendship with Nancy almost made me turn away, shrivel inward, become too self-conscious, to not want to critique stories honestly but kindly which is what I thought I had done. Really which is what I did do. But why turn away or rein back honest comments if they’re delivered with compassion and kindness and reinforcement that this is only my view, one opinion? That helps no one. Given firm boundaries, I can still open more with love. Being brittle in the wind of life helps no one especially myself. I'll just end up broken. I want to be as kind as Vinh and risk not having enough roses for everyone. On Valentine’s Day she bought ten red roses along with her restaurant’s food order intending to give them to customers. At the checkout the cashier mentioned that she hadn’t gotten any flowers that day. Vinh carried everything to her car, looking at the roses all the way. Then she went back into the store and gave a rose to each of the cashiers, leaving her with six for the restaurant. As a thank you for my hubby’s work in helping her and husband with business accounts and taxes, she invited us for a free meal at the restaurant and gave me a rose. We sat and talked over the table and with two more roses between us which she also offered to me. I said no, she needed them for her customers and surely one at least for herself. She said she had one and pointed it out behind the counter and pushed the other two over to me. So I ended up with three red roses from her. And a couple of other customers left with big smiles, smelling their roses. I reclaim hugging as long and hard as Mary in my own way. I want to show up for my own health the way our tai chi instructor does, turning up at the gym voluntarily to practice with us since our classes there were cancelled. And I want to reclaim the joy of attending live theatre, going to all the local productions, smiling hard and wiping away tears, leaving my heart on the stage. cold wind, drifting snow lean into spiraling depths of a soft white rose #47
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