The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you have ignored
for another…-Derek Walcott, Collected Poems
Do you ever pay attention to how you greet yourself in the mirror? (I know poetry is not always literal, but I’m starting with the literal here). Is your greeting warm and kind? Harsh and critical? Not present at all?
All are okay; It’s always helpful to be honest with yourself. I think so, anyway. We all feel like a stranger to our selves sometimes. I want to normalize that right now. It’s okay. When you notice an icky feeling toward yourself, I tend to believe it is pointing out a need. Do you need more warmth and kindness from you?
Maybe you can do a bit of that right now. Picture a younger you, walking into the room you’re in now. Embrace them. Tell them they’re safe here, or whatever else they need to hear. Isn’t it interesting how, given a bit of time, we always know just what we need.
Let me know if I can help.