Some of my blog readers will know that I am a great fan of the Enneagram, it helps me to understand myself, and leads to some understanding of others too. Having done much study, I would recommend study over taking tests, I have come to the conclusion that I am definitely a type 9, I have wondered if that might not be so, and looked at other types, al of which lead me back to knowing that I am a type 9, as type 9’s can be a bit like a chameleon!

So, why am I telling you this today? Well because we type 9’s often have difficulty accessing our feelings, particularly our anger, and will do all that we can to smooth things over, to be positive and we are actually quite good at seeing another viewpoint, the problem comes in making sure that we don’t assimilate it as our own! If we do, assimilate another’s viewpoint we may often simply go along with that, but sometimes we come to ourselves, really wake up, and then speak up! If we speak up from a healthy place all well and good, if not it can be a bit overpowering.

Recently I have spoken up, and had the sense to ask some wise friends for their thoughts before doing so! Today I am gathering my creativity to use poetry to express how I am at the moment in order to share a response. This then is my conversation with the institution. Please don’t read it as a conversation with the divine, my trust in God is quite simply that at the moment she is carrying me gently, and taking time to wipe away my tears!

Thank you- a conversation with the institution

We said thank you, as we brushed you aside,

criticisms piled high, and you know it is not personal…

We did say thank you…

We hope you heard that….

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Thank you… well actually you said, we give thanks,

but yes, it’s the same thing,

Please hear from me though, how hollow those words sound

when presented against a bleak, and damming background…

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But, we did say thank you,

and, we do value you….

So, how will you use your gifts

to serve us now?

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(I sigh)

Are you really asking me that?

Now at this moment?

Right now I bear too many wounds,

wounds from your words…

so, thank you, for thanking me,

right now I need some time to heal…

I claim a Holy Saturday.