Neediness

I’d have rather stuck pins in my eyes than express vulnerability. It felt like neediness and I struggled with that in my preferred self-reliance. Neediness scares me. It’s been a great lesson. I danced neediness once, it was a massive relief to express the desperation, tears and clinging openly. Being seen, being understood, being witnessed are great gifts. In the mutuality I’m less alone, the generosity of spirit of friends holding space when I’ve been wobbly, of someone saying “that sucks” when my heart had yet another little fracture line, melted my harder edges.