Gossip
The word gossip didn’t mean very much to me.
It brought to mind characters like Aunt Bee
living in some small Mayberry-type town
immortalized by Norman Rockwell.
But then someone counseled
gossip is akin to negative thinking,
and that we sometimes disparage others
in order to feel better about ourselves.
Slowly I’m beginning to see gossip differently
while becoming aware of my inner negativity;
the urge to assuage my fear and anxiety
by projecting it outward, onto others.
What happens to anything we let go?
What happens to the drama we don’t create?
What happens when we do nothing but breathe?
How delightful it is to find out!
“Gossip may seem that it is projected at other people, but in fact, it reflects our own inner lives.”
This poem was written on January 28, 2022.
