Drama is born of drama.
Sometimes I feel like I need to scream in order to be heard. If the reality is not enough to be convincing, then we can just put on a performance. People want to be entertained. Ultimately we love the drama.
I’m not sure how it got this way.
The outward performance is merely a reflection of the inner process. Apparently I do not listen to myself unless it’s through dramatic means. Most of us ignore the needs of our bodies until major disease finally gets our attention.
The desire to be heard by others begins as a desire to be heard by self. I have less need for the attention and approval of others if I simply give myself adequate attention and approval.
My body is screaming at me. Apparently there’s a voice here that I have not listened to, and now it’s getting all dramatic on me, begging to be heard.
Ok, Love, you’ve got my attention. What do you need to tell me?
