photo by Patricia
Wishing to be another is double edged sword, satisfying in the moment testing out how it must feel to be secure in oneself, contented, without pieces flying in the wind like a pinwheel. Looking at Samuel that feeling arises; how it must feel to like oneself, be whole, feel whole, and not have to work at it.
The strength coming from parts finding a place and a solid wholeness arising is so easily lost, dashed in an instant. Like the phoenix, the parts must rise from the ashes again and again. It is as if a miracle occurred to ever find that feeling of wholeness and strength, where talents are beginning to be appreciated and actually felt.
Then a small event, like a puff of wind, blows over breaking me into shattered pieces like a broken mirror. But it’s all there inside me, nobody else. And no…
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