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the last thing she needed
was some coach muttering sarcastic words
about her under his breath.

hey-
10 year olds hear
just as well as you do mister.

i have seen him do this to other girls-
the bitterness, the sharp edges around his words.
i want to ask him why he feels
the need to dump his shit on such beauty and innocence.
i wanted to go and give him
a string of words that start with the letter F.
but that is just teaching her
the best way to deal with unkindness
is more unkindness.

i want to wrap her little heart
in a soft, pinkish silk with tiny crystals,
tie it up with twine and lavender
for safe keeping.

i want to protect her from further hurt,
because you know,
enough is a fucking enough sometimes.

these wounded adults don’t realize
the permanent damage they are inflicting.
they wear their scars on the inside.

i see it coming,
and i want to stop it with my own bare hands.
but it is not my job to heal her.
(and oh how i wish i could)
so i tell her how broken some folks are,
and instead of tending to that hurt,
they spread the pain around they feel inside
because they don’t know what else to do with it.

i tell her cruel words are never her truth…
how we can all get our power back
simply by breathing into our hearts.
she takes a moment,
and then tells me that maybe they never saw faeries
when they were little.
i tell her she is probably right.

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she takes a moment,
and then tells me that maybe they never saw faeries
when they were little.
i tell her she is probably right.

b e a u t i f u l
and soooooo storypeople*esque

youre teaching her well mermie

xxoo

Your words and actions will the most healing effect possible… what a Godsend you are, beautiful Mermie…

(((HUGS))),
Love,
Me

Beautiful words. Thank you from a kindergarten teacher who witnesses innocence and wonder on a daily basis.

As much as i wish that this didn’t happen for real…you telling this story here, was perfect timing for me. Your beautiful words helped me so much and yes, i think she is right too. Maybe some people never saw fairies. i feel so lucky that i see them every day.

love you xox

That is the sweetest comment I’ve ever heard from a child. So sweet.

Such beautiful and tender words…brings tears to my eyes. She is SO very fortunate to have you in her life…wish I had had someone like you when I was young and heard harsh words. You are amazing!
xo

You are wise, beautiful mermaid, wise beyond your limits. You are an old soul. A magical soul. You don’t need to heal her, you already have. You are her fairy godmother. Every little girl should be so blessed.

Namaste

You are a wonderful person for her to have in her life!!! We need more people in the world like you.

I do think that you should report him to whatever organization he belongs to though. I am on a softball board and we do not take things like this lightly. We expect our coaches to treat the girls in a positive manner and not to degrate them.

Mccabe…
hurt people, hurt people.
But how blessed are they to have someone like you to teach them all this stuff..
to teach them to breathe back into their hearts…
To believe in fairies…and magic…
You make life magical…everywhere! xx

it’s mighty overwhelming, how “everywhere” this ppl. not treating eachother / or their Elders & Youngers with RESPECT is.

maybe he did see fairies when he was little, but he let the bad things that happened to HIM StOP him from seeing them anymore & that is one of the reasons he is raging so badly.
?

love to each of us waging sanity in this mad, mad world.

You are teaching her Beautifully, mcCabe.

*****Loving = Me *************

Mmmm, I love this, too! Her comment about fairies is so innocent and sweet. I want to get back to that place inside myself.

This line in particular arrested me: “i want to wrap her little heart in a soft, pinkish silk with tiny crystals, tie it up with twine and lavender for safe keeping.”

I love where your heart always wants to go — to what is healing and sparkling with crystals.

This post made me think of a book I just finished reading that I could not put down all week. It’s called “One Small Boat” by Kathy Harrison about the author’s experience as a foster care mom. You meet some little girls in that book who grab your heart, make you remember wonder, but also make you bleed on the inside and learn how to tend to innocence.

i love this photo, sweetie!!!
i love that she has you, the maker of magic, taking gentle care of her heart.
xoxoxo

what incredible teaching you give this sweet child ~ her heart will continue to expand because of you & as a result, the hearts, too, of all around her… beautiful!
ox, kelley

your big heart, your way with love, it’s to her benefit now and forever
love you merm
always

You know how you sometimes find the perfect post in blog-land? This resonated so deeply with me as my 8 year old daughter has had more than one example of this kind of comment, from children and so-called “grown ups”. I shall remind her once more of why people can be so cruel. Thank you x

Something you said reminded me of one of my favorite little poems by Langston Hughes~

The Dream Keeper

Bring me all of your dreams, you dreamers
Bring me all of your heart melodies
That I may wrap them in a blue cloud cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers of the world.

This weekend I knitted a tiny little “blue cloud cloth” to wrap the jade heart that I gave to my dear, daring friend at her re-naming ceremony. It was magic.

I think that maybe she is right and how sad it must be that not everyone has been loved enough to have their heart looked after so carefully.

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