When I read the first part of this book
I cringe
and
shudder.
CRINGE
because
I can see my inadequacy and basic NOT OK-ness
and realise
how much I have changed.
SHUDDER
because
I recall the violence and threat I lived with
and
how hard it was to make basic human contact with many of these Beautiful Humans.
I loved them and still do.
I blame myself
because of my
prescriptive Youth Work Pipology at that time -
rather than unconditional love.
I worked with passion amongst these BHP's
I gave my everything.
Beyond my experience and intelligence -
yet I wanted an outcome
rather than to just to love
How can I say JUST Love?
I failed to love because I had other agendas rather just yearning and working for their development/their self determined steps into wholeness.
I guess I am like that now to an extent.
I cannot see all my weaknesses and vulnerabilities.
I know they are there - but I cannot see them.
MAKE
BEAUTIFUL
