she made a menesa and ran with it

The child within wants to explore. Will you let her roam? Or will you command she stay and sit upon herself in the bind of perfection.

Within this illusion, we think she is safe, protected, pristine, unscathed. But the wilderness always calls. What will she think of its beckoning?

It’s wild we say. Dark and stormy. An abysmal mouth perched to destroy.

Despite this protest, her childlike curiosity wanders to its edge. Its wispy breeze moves across her face. Maybe it’s a magical place where a princess lives a top a willow tree home to a troll.

No, no that troll is unpredictably dangerous. That princess a venomous witch.

She returns afraid and armors herself in straight edges and polite behavior. Her loneliness grows; her courage dismantled. Routine cycles in and out of days, the sun falsely lit; the moon’s glimmer a distant memory.

In the gallows of night a howl can be heard, distant yet painfully close. Her dreams are restless and loud. They steal the sleep from her eyes.

Something is not right, they say. Straighten up, stay focused, respect your elders.

There is nothing we can do. She is lost forever.

Maybe she believes this to be true, too.

Maybe not. I write to disarm the false beliefs. I write to restore my being with a more loving response to the world. I am both shadow and light and that is enough. It’s here I will share bits and pieces of my journey toward individuation. Welcome to Embrace the Bounty.