Mother you are not a part of me
leave me now.
I may be a part of you
but you need to let me go
and know you are
the evil that needs to be extinguished
with a love so powerful
that only God can help us now.
I am ready to roar.
— Wendy Who Walks with Wildflowers
On the water so still
the dream faded
and into the darkness
the fear took hold.
And the life was taken
inside we know
but do not remember
the source of kindness
and gentle joy.
Look around,
be found
sit in stillness
life moving all around
until we trust
to join the crowd.
— Wendy Who Walks With Wildflowers
Scatter the pages
The words
The memories
Scatter them into the water
To be blessed for eternity
Eternally giving life to all.
The realization that keeping the journals filled with sorrow, joy, dreams was a prison of madness. I threw them all away. I am now free. Freedom feels a bit unsettling at times, so I seek the help of others to help me balance and return to my source where creation radiates an infinite undefined brilliance.
The same with the bin filled with expressions of a need to feel loved. I now know that I am loved. Thank you to the teachers, the friends, the classmates, the scores, the crown, the cards, the notes, the mementos and more. Thank you for being the external source of that which I had forgotten. You were all there for me when I needed you. Thank you.
As I release that which no longer serves me. Let it be known that all others are also released.
We dance. We sing. We flow, We grow. We live a little longer.
Thank you.
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