Highly Sensitive People HSP Community Group
The highly sensitive person (or HSP) is someone who cares deeply about everything ... feels emotions with great intensity ... is highly conscientious ... has a rich and complex inner life ... is very intuitive ... is often creative in a variety of ways... is easily overwhelmed and/or overstimulated. A HSP needs lots of quiet time,space, and freedom. If this sounds...
I usually journal such things, but just felt the need to share this here.
From the first memoryâ¦
The softness of the fresh mown lawn slightly damp in the dew, the cut blades laying a thick carpet under my feet. The sun glinting off almost white blonde hair. Blue eyes shining with the innocence of youth and purity. Sitting on the huge step of stone, feeling the heat seep through the gingham and lace.
A hot bright day in Wilson Park, good friends and Madonna-esque clothing. Running off the fullness of the first McDonalds. Now greener eyes winking a quick grin toward a dozen âplayâ children, all with names of Arabic origin. The youthfulness of soul still intact, but the mind and body reaching for so much more.
Fancy princess dress, train of so many feet. A huge elaborate affair, somehow too much for the frailty of the young woman sitting there, stepdaughter in hand. Overpowering for the sweet kindness and giving. Stolen dreams covered by sweet kisses and lavish gifts.
Freedom, another chance and growing life inside. Sweet joy of birth and so much beauty. Years of calm and content. A second life and arrival. Subtle changing, isolation and uncertainty. Harsh betrayal comes with swift pain. Too much pain and regret, two childhoods lost.
One more chance, perhaps. Too good to be true a mind would think. A heart that refuses to listen, but continues onward at all costs. It could all be an illusion formed from a being desperate to find something real. A coming sense of numbness that has to accept the deceit that is reality instead of the pretty painted picture envisionedâ¦
From the first memoryâ¦
The softness of the fresh mown lawn slightly damp in the dew, the cut blades laying a thick carpet under my feet. The sun glinting off almost white blonde hair. Blue eyes shining with the innocence of youth and purity. Sitting on the huge step of stone, feeling the heat seep through the gingham and lace.
A hot bright day in Wilson Park, good friends and Madonna-esque clothing. Running off the fullness of the first McDonalds. Now greener eyes winking a quick grin toward a dozen âplayâ children, all with names of Arabic origin. The youthfulness of soul still intact, but the mind and body reaching for so much more.
Fancy princess dress, train of so many feet. A huge elaborate affair, somehow too much for the frailty of the young woman sitting there, stepdaughter in hand. Overpowering for the sweet kindness and giving. Stolen dreams covered by sweet kisses and lavish gifts.
Freedom, another chance and growing life inside. Sweet joy of birth and so much beauty. Years of calm and content. A second life and arrival. Subtle changing, isolation and uncertainty. Harsh betrayal comes with swift pain. Too much pain and regret, two childhoods lost.
One more chance, perhaps. Too good to be true a mind would think. A heart that refuses to listen, but continues onward at all costs. It could all be an illusion formed from a being desperate to find something real. A coming sense of numbness that has to accept the deceit that is reality instead of the pretty painted picture envisionedâ¦
Thinking can be powerful,,but to put it down ,,with words,,is harder,,I think. For me,,anyway.
You seem so aware too,,of your journey,,what you feel.
Particularly I feel great sorrow and beauty especially at this line
'Too much pain and regret, two childhoods lost. '
such depth to those words I feel...just words but they are not its more...
I am honoured you would share this with us here and hope you will choose to share again
Love and hugs
Blackdog x
Bows to you!