REFLECTIONS
FROM
THE LEANING TOWERS
OF
PIP WILSON.COM
...... he was big and tattoos.
They were big
as was his presence in any space.
Most of his words came out as paused starts
and smatterings which were almost grunts.
It was all a alcohol fused
mind brain and vocal chords.
One phrase came through clearly;
"I am a spiritual person"
Another was clear a little later;
"I am a alcoholic"
These are memories in my own brain -
on the running video screen in my mind.
Replay.
I only shared a one way interaction.
Of course there was two.
My interaction.
I will not share that.
An observation;
There was tears there
that could not come out.
Locked in.
Afraid to 'tell you who I am'
Again
it is the unwillingness
to share our vulnerability.
That keeps the lock on our soul.
It is a mistake to see
vulnerability
as a weakness.
In ourselves.
In others.
Our parents are waiting to see what kind of adult we are -
rather than only seeing the child they raised.
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