How do I explain that I am whole;
wounded with little girl wings
flying high until the day they spread huge
and I can sore without any encouragement?
Spirit guides me but my human nature is effected
by your excruciating scrutiny of my decisions,
choices, and process of taking care of me
and the business at hand within my sacred space.
I know you love me and yet I still feel at times
not good enough - by the expression upon your lips
as you speak of all the different things you see
and think I don't or wish I could from your eyes.
And in this process we will grow stronger,
or we will disintegrate into the diseases darkness.
I choose growth in this moment, gratefully.
may08
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Oh honey, you have some beautiful wings. Sorry for the encouragement, but I love to see those first wobbly steps forward...
Baby birds,baby deer,cows,horses,etc...and people moveing into the unknown with hope of what is possible because we're ment to be the best we can be. We are a reflection of one another, and it seems for some reason it's easer to help others fly, at times that gives us courage. Then there are times when we know we can fly high and encourage other to join us. "Come on up here and see the view." we say. Cuz it can get lonely flying all alone.
Please don't let anyone, or anything clip those beautiful wings of yours.
Darkness isn't always bad...flying by the light of the stars is fun. Maybe it's healthy to feed our shaddow(Dragon)once in a while.
I feed mind often...throw it hunks of meat so it knows that even in the darkest of times it is a part of me and I have the courage to step up to it and say, "Here, I accept you as a part of me, now be good and protect me, that's your job."
Boundrys, boarders, privot fences of self...we need them and we want open range too. The balance of self isn't easy.
It's Spring! Everything is growing.
You've got a tiger by the tail my dear.
Where is your whip and chair?
Walking or flying together,
Hand in hand, wing tips touch.
Strong leader falls back to rest,
then the others turn to learn,
The sharing of life's courage test.
I can ramble on can't I?
I do love you.
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