These Words We Use……….

Illustration Using Portrait by Igor Morski

Often, unless we are fully aware and call a halt, we are dispensing various judgements. Not only upon things, places, sensations and others but also, most devastatingly, upon ourselves. Killing ourselves with a million cuts from the inner buzzwords we use.

Who hasn’t occasionally felt the heart-souring shame of recognition when we hear/read someone being described in some ugly fashion and thought ”Am I like that?” And then gone on to beat oneself about the head and declare, ”Yikes! That’s me. Behold! I am that monster…”. Some word has hooked us, some random clever sentence has found its mark.

Psychobabble is pretty slick. There is a word for every greasy emotion, every petty fault is filed alphabetically, every facet of natural pathos and desire has a pathology.

But hold up. Perhaps it ain’t necessarily so. These clever psychobabblers may have screwed up. We need not be shamed by slick summations. It is too easy to dismiss others or ourselves in a few short words..we do it all the time… Our vast Self divided and reduced in an artful sound-bite.

Tau Malachi ( speaks of ”sweetening judgements”. And not just our judgements of others, but also those of ourselves. So, maybe we are not narcissistic/ psychopathic/ neurotic. Perhaps instead we are cognisant of our divinity/ unmoved by the madness of the world and its inhabitants/ from a different planet, and therefore why would we not appear a bit odd?

Let’s sweeten some judgements to see what way we could speak to ourselves, so that we can love our shadows to death.

 Insert ”I am, he is, you are, she is, they are” in front of these words, depending on how malicious you  feel. (Malicious? Did I say malicious? Ahem, I mean Discriminatory, Witty, Observant, Hilarious. Of course.)


Ahem, I mean….

Passionate, Justified, Moved to great emotion at the occasional stupidity of things, Tweaking your Super-Man costume, Flexing the mojo, Emboldened, Capable of holding phenomenal incandescence within the vessel, Akin to a beautiful storm, Volcanic, Mercurial, Magnificently Incendiary….


Ahem, I mean…

Moved to sing the praises of the beauty and cleverness of the other, Artistically gifted, a Seeker of the natural Perfection within, Subtly appreciative, wryly observant of the majesty of the world and its folk….


Ahem, I mean…

Moved to tears by the awesome beauty and ephemeral nature of things, Intelligently introverted, taking life attentively one day at a time, a Watcher of the World, delicately fragile like a bud,  waiting and testing and knowing and softly slowly becoming….

Needy, Craving, Grasping?

Ahem, I mean….

Excited about the Universe, enthusiastic and full of bliss at the splendour of all the things the things the beautiful things the people the people the sweet intoxicating people, moved to rapture by the magnificence of the other, wild like a child in a sweet shop, agog at life’s munificence…

Cold, arrogant?

Ahem, I mean…

Self-sufficient, self-reliant, royally assured of the nobility of all that is created, proudly enabling the other to have space to breathe, eyes firmly fixed on the glorious destination, assured, certain, on fire…


Ahem, I mean…

Wholly relaxed that life will unfold by itself as it aught,  Satisfied completely with what is at one’s immediate disposal such as free air to breathe and the ground to sprawl on, Compelled to be an audience for passing clouds, An accountant of miraculous heartbeats….

And so on and so forth, ad infinitum. Say nice things to yourself.  It’s not that we aught to deceive ourselves, but we should certainly stop hobbling ourselves with any lack of loving self-acceptance. Shekinah settles where there is Love!

”As you think so you become.” ~ Bruce Lee.


Generally just Being. Nothing in particular, no claims to fame. I like gardening and the sea, nature, art in all forms from poetry to films and everything in between, and being in the company of my family.

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