Cherish your tender heart
A dear friend commented about how often I say I’m feeling tender
A year ago I would have taken that as an affront.
“toughen up who wants to see that part of you!”
I would have felt unsafe to share that for fear of rejection. Would have let my heart harden.
Now I feel so grateful
When I’m tender I’m soft and slow
I listen and sit quietly with myself. I love to be with this part of me
I feel love dripping out of every pore
I feel open to being held and seen
My tenderness is a gift and the difference now is I don’t need you to hold it for me. But I’d sure like to share the wisdom of it with you ❤️