*This is a post for me on my birthday week. A post I would have written on my private blog to get out thoughts. It has secret references and points most will not understand unless they have a soul like mine. This is written solely for me and the few readers who it resonates with. I dedicate this to the original blog girls and to Nyssa, Glynis, Sangha, Rachel, Kirstin, Hillary Rain, Amy, Keren, Sara and Shelley O. *
My husband often calls me a witch in the most flattering tone. He says it with reverence and slight believing, to the point I almost think that I am. I know he is sensing the muchness in me. He is seeing what most do not or would see as negative. "Women like you drown oceans"- Rupi Kaur. Instead of insulting this pleases the type 4w5 (enneagram personality) heart. I know how to contain my oceans to cause the least harm.
I keep dreams coiled beneath my bones and passion flows through my blood like a river. He starves my fears and I feed his freedom. My mantra is to have the grace to accept all walks of life but this does not mean to accept abuse. This grace to accept is also for myself. I need to accept the beauty and grace given to me in order to accept it in others.
My husband says I scare him a little in the best possible way. He says I remind him of LIFE. He does not take me for granted for the soul fire I am. Nor do I take his calming tonic for granted. He sees the fire in my eyes and instead of running or challenging he wants to play with it.
I accept my capability for darkness. I know my type of darkness and know what I can do. I do not feel my type of darkness is a threat but I do believe we all have capabilities inside our souls. I accept mine. This means that I am not a Snow. I am more of a Season 3 Regina. A reference only Once Upon a Timers will get. My husband often says, "She is you..." (after season two of course and her balancing of light love.) I'm a force to be reckoned with and I will get past my feelings to do what is necessary.
Sensing the shadows and becoming part dark and light I feel rejected by most of culture that embraces the lies and is believed by the masses. Yet, also I see beauty in them. I simply do not want to partake of it. I am a commotion, an ocean, waves upon waves of lavish water that can drown or quench. I often burn to brightly for this world. It can cause pain.
I know I am great and I feel that is resented. But the women and men who don't resent this are my fellow fires or my calming tonics. They are strong and true. I have had many try and break me. For a moment I shattered but this was simply because I am already beautifully broken. I break myself more than most and NO ONE can dish out the challenges I give myself. I need no one who tries to do this to me because I can be my own worst enemy. But I am also my greatest advocate after a long journey of being less than I should be.
"She is the phoenix who has risen from the ashes to which she has been reduced, this time wiser, stronger, and more powerful in her own right. She is the fire. Looking for someone to warm…to enlighten…but never to burn…she is a bird in flight, that one can only see if they believe in her…she cries tears that can heal wounded hearts, souls, and bodies in her rising she is cautious and aware of her own vulnerability yet still just as inquisitive and observant as she ever was ...she is a little dark and very mysterious. But will not omit truth and overlooks nothing. Contrary to the shallow minds of the world she is alive. She does exist. She is the phoenix and she has risen again…" K.W. G.
I know I am ash. I also know I am beauty.
I live life on my own terms due to great privilege and freedom...yet it is also due to great heartache and choices. I am aware and ever grateful of this dichotomy. It's a humble sort of rising from my terrible depths to the beauty of my surfaces.
*Quote above by Warsan Shire*
I am worth it and I'm not afraid to be on my own. We each have a choice to stand up, grow up, show up or get up and leave. I allow people to leave. It's the ultimate belief in freedom. But I also ask of those I love to show up, grow up (but not out of childlike wonder- just grow up in boundaries and grace) or stand up. I ask of myself this the most.
Within all this, I know I am perfectly imperfect. I am ok with my flaws and believe most of them enhance who I am. This soul flies. This soul drowns. This soul IS. In disasters we find the rawest forms of simple beauty. We catch the fragile pieces and find hope spark.
I'm sun and rain and fire and ice: *http://www.lyricsfreak.com/g/garth+brooks/shes+every+woman_20058066.html
*My husband dedicated the song 'Every Woman' By Garth Brooks to me:)but it's not on youtube due to copyright...so he said to put on Brad Paisley's' Everything' for this post:
My daughter suggested this song after I read this post out loud...my lovely little firecracker...For me this song is the opposite...I am a pearl but I used to be a shell of myself...allowing others to snuff out my light or say who I am is wrong. Then I woke up.: