It seems as if a lifetime has passed in me finally returning
to The Heart Pebble Movement. The
reality is… I have never stopped sharing or speaking of the cause, that
interconnects my daughter and I~ Forever.
In the past months I have unravelled myself from a world
that I honestly thought would be there, when I gazed into my future. I lifted
the veil of illusion I had on my personal life and for the first time, looked
past the gypsy princess, dancing around the flames. My eyes averted the Captain
sailing his ship and I directed my vision… far away from the spurious castle I
emerged from.
What I discovered in its purest, rawest form… was that I had
written myself into a fairytale that only existed amongst the tattered, worn
pages-I had composed almost ten years ago. A grand chimera where I resided
once- in a world so convoluted… that even fairies dare not enter.
Upon walking through the door and leaving the comforts of my
imaginary realm, my feet began to gather into a sprint…removing from my heart
the deadly grip of insecurities, mistrusts and inequalities, set upon me by others.
In its place, there formed a new certainty- one in where I could reach out to
and feel that it was REAL.
Untangling myself from over a decade of baggage was
necessary- for the doctrine of healing could only be applied once I had
clarity. This occurred when I laid claim to my independence and regained the Faith
within myself, that I had buried deep past my own shadow. In making allowances
for my mistakes, I garnered a deeper respect for who I was, by embracing life’s
lessons along the way.
All the while, being misguided- I envisioned the secret to
my happiness was external- connected to people and things I saw tangible. Yet,
when I looked in the mirror, there was an imprint over my heart of what I needed
in order to let go…the skeleton key belonging to someone who thought she was not brave enough
to walk away.
TRUTH is, this Warrior of Faith, who fought countless
battles along the way…has re-surfaced in spirit of celebrating and reclaiming the
Survivor she Always has been.
By T L Alton
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