I woke the other morning with the word tenderness on my mind.  And I thought, this is what I have been missing recently, what I want in my life.  I get caught up in the details of demands – of parenting, working, partnering, living with fullness, and building meaningful relationships.  It is easy for me to focus on the task even when my  heart’s intention is for connection with those around me.  With a frown of concentration I listen to my loved ones and try to be present; I clarify the words to make certain I understand their meaning. I stare and poke and investigate.  I analyze, and focus, and then growing weary of the cognitive work, I withdraw, feeling I need rest.  And something feels amiss.  And it this – tenderness.  Soft, forgiving, compassionate, chuckling, affectionate tenderness.  For others;  for myself.

I want tenderness

in my life.

Dripping, sliding between and

through the cracks of

expectation and accountability.

I want tenderness

to pool at the bottom,

a rich molasses-layer

of sweet laughter and

sloppy delight.

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  1. Starla J. King

     /  April 23, 2012

    Just reading the title “Tenderness” melted my heart… which now, after reading you, sits in that sweet rich pool at the bottom of my day. Thank you, Tina. mmmmm.

  2. Karen alderfer

     /  April 28, 2012

    Tenderness a sweet sloppy delight…

  3. Jay B

     /  April 29, 2012

    Your tenderness has touched me, sliding through my cracks and warmed me and I am lighter. Thank you. I love the picture. It is so real it’s as if I am there.

  4. Carolyn Bergey

     /  May 3, 2012

    This is absolutely beautiful Tina. I can feel your tenderness in my body as I read this. Incredible and amazing. Hugs to you!


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