As I sit in the deep scathing cruel and isolating experience of deep judgment of my person, I look around me connected to my deep wonder of it all. Present to what people must feel when I judge them being so right about what I think they are. How cruel it is. Sitting here with backs turned on me with righteous arrogance fueling their own disgust in their stories and perceptions of me that in fact are not me. Sitting here watching it all with wonder. The judgments sharp, pretending clarity yet instead justifying exclusion and walls. Musing the reactions in my body, the feelings that show up, looking to make sense of it all. Humanity is very cruel. Very cruel. I am glad I have me.
*Artist unknown, words my own.