were bigger than anyone's.
This served to isolate me
from the fact that I am small, not bigger
When did it begin? Why would I need this mechanism of living?
Did it start at birth? When my cat died when I was in 3rd grade.
When I lost my father to his mental illness.
When the trauma set in?
If I am a mass of cells, a living organism,
vulnerable to this world of others.
I need protection. There was none when little.
I developed by watching others. I learned to protect.
I learned to heal. I learned to forgive, but always, my thoughts
were bigger than yours. You didn't recognize so I appeared
aloof, angry, bitter, warming, friendly, volatile, politically correct, patient, intense, stubborn, caring, wistful, shattered and put together again. I was all over the map. I couldn't find my waypoint, until now.
This is life's way. Our vehicle is our thoughts.
I am not bigger in thought, in action or in self. I am tired of running away, of blaming, of being ashamed. I no longer need protection other than from myself.
I am now relaxing in the part I could not have been taught. The idea that even experiences, over and over and over again, would teach me my lesson. You ask why people keep repeating mistakes. This is our allotment. The price each of us pays.
It is my thoughts that save me now, wondering about my son and his illness, about my predicament after years of hard work as a nurse, unabashedly independent, procuring mindfulness, deliberating the Buddhist way, meditating on thoughts, that I now for this moment am alone in. My thoughts deconstructed. More connected, but not bigger.
My shoulders drop, my face unfurrows, my heart slows, a tear begins if I let it. I am released. I will not suffer further.
How can I tell you, I am not bigger any longer and I am at peace.