I Come In Truth…

You may already know that I’m working on…Bertha’s sequel…sometimes I wonder why I haven’t finished it yet…and she tells me…I haven’t learned all the lessons that need to be in it…of course…she then teaches me another lesson…just to prove her point…

One thing I’ve learned about…life lessons…is that there are layers to them…it’s not like it’s introduced to me once…like sticking my hand in the fire…and…I’ve got it…both specifically and generally…

No…some lessons need to be learned from different angles…with all the tiny nuances they entail…

Living my truth…is one such lesson…

We started out…with…Bertha…helping me learn the importance of listening to my body…and its needs…resting when I’m tired…being active when I’m feeling sluggish…knowing the difference…

But…of course…it didn’t end there…it also had to do with self-talk…especially negative self-talk…and learning to be kinder and gentler with myself…

And…while those two were difficult in their own way…they were much easier than learning to speak my truth to others…not that I was a habitual liar…but in a way I was…because I found…still find…it difficult to tell someone the truth if it will hurt their feelings…even when they’ve asked me…and I know in the long run…it’s in their best interest…

I’ve had a couple of instances in the past few months…that I actually have had to do that…and…it was difficult…to say the least…and…although I know I did the right thing…it still doesn’t feel good…

So…that’s the chapters that I am working on now…living my truth…and…because she is so kind…Bertha…continues to bring examples into my life…the latest one…had to do with watching someone…blatantly lie…to my face…andas my Mama would sayin front of God and everybody…when everyone involved…knew they were lying…and…this lie was trying to cover the first lie…that they had told…which was also witnessed…

It was almost like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar…saying that they weren’t even in the kitchen at the time…while wiping cookie crumbs off their mouth…

Hmmm…thank you…Bertha…that situation does bring the lesson home…as I assimilate it…and see exactly where it fits into the my life…and…my writing…I may never finish the sequel…there still seems to be so much to learn…

Oh…Bertha…says that just means…book three…silly me…I should have seen that one coming…

Jane

Can You Keep a Secret?

I read Sarah Addison Allen’s The Peach Keeper this weekend…it’s one of those delicious books that makes me want to eat the words with a spoon…and then let them radiate out of me…like sunbeams through a prism…
It’s a soft book…about friendships and family…and home…and leaving and coming back…and staying…and love…of course there was love…and just the right amount of magic…
It’s not self-help…purely fictional…but her writing allows me to think outside of myself…and believe just a little differently…I feel floaty…(I know it’s not a word…but it’s how I feel)…like I know a secret…like I’m somebody I haven’t quite met yet…
I love the way she describes things…I do love words…I love seeing the world through her eyes…and reading the book has changed me…I’m not exactly sure how…but I know it did…all of her books do…
I suppose that is the magic…being transformed in such a gentle way…that you aren’t even totally aware that a change is taking place…or what it is going to be…until…one day it just is…and you just are…
Bertha says that’s the only way to change…in bits and pieces…dribs and drabs…floating…knowing a secret…just letting it happen…
And I know she’s right…I’ve tried the other way…beating myself over the head with a sledge hammer…much too drastic…much too painful…I’d rather feel floaty…like I know a secret…and now…you know the secret too…sssshhhhh…
Jane