It is much more difficult to let someone be who they are Than it is to resist the urge to change them But that is the only way to breech their defenses And in the process You both may change
The odd thing, is that the person I was thinking of when I wrote the poem was a somewhat elderly, bible thumping preacher. But for a moment in time, we were able to see the goodness in one another and that our aims at the moment, were one and the same.
Ah Debra Kay - very nice. No one likes to think it's *us* who has potential to change :) I liked your nightpoem by the way ... the coyote call brings me comfort for some strange reason ... prairie girl that I am.
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Amen, sister. I've learned that lesson and I'm better for it.
I haven't figured out the key to doing that yet : )
i hope this is the way it's working for your mom and you!
The odd thing, is that the person I was thinking of when I wrote the poem was a somewhat elderly, bible thumping preacher. But for a moment in time, we were able to see the goodness in one another and that our aims at the moment, were one and the same.
Ah Debra Kay - very nice. No one likes to think it's *us* who has potential to change :) I liked your nightpoem by the way ... the coyote call brings me comfort for some strange reason ... prairie girl that I am.
soooo true... soooo insightful
yes both change for sure...
just let them be...
beautiful!
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