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LESS IS MORE by Paula Doran

I was sad today, feeling a little sorry for myself... 

I didn't have the energy to make a list of my must do's. Must lose weight, must read those books I bought, must go shopping, must make a list, must get on with the course I started, grrrr, grrrr, grrrr. 

The dialogue I had going on at myself was really unkind, I wrote it down and saw how unkind I was being and rewrote another more compassionate dialogue. I felt hurt, I was really hurting myself, berating myself. I wanted something different, something kinder, more peaceful, more motivating. So I began and I wrote:

Dear Universe,

I ask of you to help me to become more, by being less....

I wrote this poem as it helped me to see clearly what really does make sense, if that makes sense?

Less is More
by Paula Doran

I hurt,
I hurt in so many ways,
I consume, I crave, I worry, I rage, I regret, I can't sleep,
It cycles on and on,
Books, food, diets, TV, Facebook, products, achievements, things
Why?
No "thing" heals the hurt,
I still hurt, I hurt more.

Less is more,
Less is more, more or less,
Less food, less desire, less fear, more peace, more acceptance, more sleep,
It cycles on and on,
Meditate, embody, embrace, silence, stillness, peace, being
Why?
No "thing" is in my way,
I still am, I am still.

Paula Doran: “I am a married mum of 3 boys aged 17, 8 and 9 months old. My husband is David, a good, good man. I love my family dearly. I consider myself a seeker of knowledge, discovering new and wonderful things about life every day. I am on maternity leave at the moment but when in work I practice as a counsellor, supporting others to move toward healing themselves after sexual trauma and through the judicial process. I love my work as a counsellor and poetry, and writing song lyrics, is one way in which I practice self-care. My husband plays the guitar too and sometimes we get to put those lyrics to some music and have created, what I consider great music together.”



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