Good Grief 170

Parts of self
After I wrote yesterday's blip I had a pretty good day which had some quiet energy, without expectation, about it.
I went for a wander and a wonder in this timeless, deeply quiet place. I chanced upon, what someone else insightedly called, a soul with a hole that was still managing to thrive, or at least survive, in its own way.
I wondered about the part of myself that writes of shame and disappointment.
I wondered what it was saying, I wondered about how pained and hurt it was, I wondered about its purpose, I wondered what role it has, I wondered what it was asking, what it might need.
No answers. Just wondering and wandering.