Do you see me?
These dark brown eyes, a deep well of invisible tears that quenches the thirst from the depths within you. These eyes of mine, haunted by visions of what may be, what is and what once was.
Do you see me?
This kind smile, formed by lips silently whispering words of worry while sharing a hopefulness with you so dear. A smile that fought hard to find the tiniest of crevice to reach out to you in your moments of despair.
Do you see me?
These gentle hands of care and compassion that holds and comforts you in all your fears. Hands that quiver in the wake of its own despair, attached to the umbilical cord of a life that needs to be held with gentle care, love and kindness in guidance.
Do you see me?
Listening in disbelief to the words I speak. Words of wisdom, support, kindness and inspiration, filling you up with gratitude and hope – that last bit of giving from a soul-tired being.
Now. Do you see me? Really, really see me?
Always a window into your world. Thanks for speaking your truth.
Thank you Nat.
on iNaturalist we have been talking about neurodivergent. Each of us sharing our own divergence, and I think of you.
I miss the South African bloggers from before the FB group imploded in a huff.
Divergence reminds me of your garden Diana.
Yes, I too miss that FB group, a wealth of experience and knowledge that one could tap into and share with, gone 🙁