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Self-Compassion for the Holidays | 1000 Speak for Compassion

It’s that time of year when everyone is more concerned with their loved ones, peace on Earth, and our fellow man. I love that you can feel it in the air. I enjoy seeing Christmas lights and menorahs in windows. The general feeling is beautiful.



There’s another side to the holiday season. There’s a hustle and bustle. Making sure to buy the right presents, to have the perfectly pinable holiday dinner, the cutest family greet cards. There’s an inexplicable urge to be the family, whether it’s quirkiest, funniest, or most loving. The perfect representation of *insert ideal here.* This isn’t a universal truth, of course. I’ve just noticed it and thought about it.

I feel like that myself sometimes in different aspects of my life.

I was thinking a lot last week about the pursuit of perfection and how the mistakes I make are magnified by a thousand in my mind. Though most people probably don’t see them unless I point them out. And I gave myself permission to stop. To just be. To feel what I needed to feel, to step back a few steps, and just breathe.

I urge you, my dear reader, to give yourself permission to be as imperfectly wonderful as you are. To enjoy the holiday season without putting undue pressure on yourself. Be in the moment and enjoy yourself. Give yourself the give of self-compassion and love.

You deserve it.


It’s that time of the month where we talk about a different topic for 1000 Speak for Compassion. This month’s topic (fittingly I think) is compassion. Feel free to add your thoughts by writing a post and linking it up. Check out the other posts in the linkup as well. T’is the season and all.

Is this totally new to you? Here’s how it all started.

Here’s how to get involved:
Join 1000 Voices Speak for Compassion on Facebook
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Use the #1000Speak hashtag across social media.

Aloha y’all! 



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Listening to What She Wants to Hear| #1000Speak

Bernie’s bare finger taps table top

Trying to bring a ring to life.

tap-tap tap-tap tap-tap

He talks of his work. Job.

Mom. Oh how his mother rails against him.

She’s on a fast track to a nursing home.

It would be better for him.

Out of his hair. For her too.

Someone else’s care.

His greasy angry lays heavy against

Bernie’s lungs. She’s not sure when she would breathe

if they were together.

But he’s single.

No kids.

Good job.

Isn’t she about that life?

She wasn’t sure,

The Wild Turkey was telling her to drink more.

With enough inside, she could go on a ride

Problems resolved behind closed doors,

back pressed against a wall.

As he went on about how mother’s lack of support,

zero appreciation.

But it rested on his shoulders,

younger siblings too busy being young- useless.

His fist balled, quick motion and he poured his anger out into the table. *crack*

The sound reverberated .

Forks clattering against dishes, murmured words,

shoes clacking against marble tile.


Eyes on them.

She excels at ignoring things.

Laid loving hands on him.

It’s going to be alright, she whispered.

Such passion, he had. Just needed it diverted into something positive.

Anyone with that kind of passion had divine right make things happen.

She could make them happen.

Mold him.

But he was such a kind man to want to take care of

everyone despite their failings.

A hero really.

He put family first before everything.

She respected that.

Respected him.

Even if there fear fluttered on the edge.

She assumed she would love him one day.



This month’s theme is Listening for #1000Speak for Compassion. I was thinking about Bernie from my WIP Blood Roses and Honeysuckles at the beginning of her dating her now husband. She had heard what she wanted to hear. And now things aren’t quite what she wanted.

There’s still time to link up. Go to the  for #1000 SpeakCompassion Facebook page and link up there.


Other poems in the Blood Roses Group if you haven’t checked them out already:

A Guessing Game

About Addy’s Mama


Aloha ya’ll!


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