By Shadow State 1958
Little girl, be careful what you say
when you make talk with words, words-
for words are made of syllables
and syllables, child, are made of air-
and air is so think – air is the breath of God-
air is finer than fire or mist,
finer than water or moonlight,
finer than spider-webs in the moon;
finer than water-flowers in the morning:
and words are strong, too,
stronger than rocks or steel
stronger than potatoes, corn, fish, cattle
and soft, too, soft as little pigeon-eggs,
soft as the music of hummingbird wings.
So little girl, when you speak greetings,
when you tell jokes, make wishes or prayers,
be careful, be careless, be careful,
be what you wish to be
Little Girls be Careful What You Say…
Allison Mack wrote on her Blog
Cold sweats. Constantly. The anxiety of being caught makes my heart thrum like a hummingbird. Someday I will be discovered. I will be found out!
I peak through the crack in the door of the closet I have shoved myself. It’s stuffy and I can barely breath…. Why am I so nervous?
Because I am a fugitive on the run from intimacy and the fear of showing those pit stains and blood….
So look at the failures, lean into them and find the lesson deep within the pain.
… We run in the opposite direction of any feeling of discomfort or physical feeling of threat, and yet – emotional pain has never killed anyone … Brace yourself for the pain. Grin joyfully, and bring it on.
I went for a long walk today and heard them being pushed into one another. The leaves were talking. It felt like the whole street was whispering secrets.
Everybody can be great… because anybody can serve….
… More often than not I am spinning in my head consumed with thoughts about what are others are thinking of me… The noise in my head is so loud that I can’t hear anything other than the feedback bouncing off the inside of my skull. … that voice in my head now seems irrelevant.