She was Curled Up.


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She was curled up, in a tight cocoon, and resting so precariously on the edge of a tree limb. It didn’t bother her that there were dangers; it didn’t even cross her mind, for wherever she was, home was, and home was always that perfect flavor of beautiful.

I WANT TO START FROM THE BACK TO JUMP TO THE BEGINNING. I am writer; hear me roar. And today with my eyes closed, the Tree of Life appeared, turning all my body’s fluid into sparkling life. Giving streams because that is who I am and I am this and no other. “Just be you. Be you. Be you,” AND THE SUNLIT BLUE DISSOLVED INTO AN ANTIQUATED TEAL, ACCENTUATUING THE FEATHER EDGES. When I glanced back the throbbing was being sewn up, and the words didn’t fall fast enough out of my mouth. It was like the maze in my dream with the abandoned playground. Skydancing through it all because there are not so many in the world as intimate with these truths as I. And this is my charge. To embrace the whole of myself, and soar into the sunset. To breathe spaciousness and patience into the field of my body’s healing. WALK STRONG, AND WITH CERTAINTY.

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