Awakening, Creativity, life, Marriage, Mental Health, Nature, Parenting

Once Upon a Time…..

…there was an idealistic, insecure, gentle natured little girl. She dreamed of someday being a famous rock star or maybe being surounded by hundreds of once homeless animals whom she’d take in. She always felt like an outsider, even with her family and most of her friends. She loved and felt, everything deeply and she longed to feel that same love from anyone else at all. The one place she could always find it, was when she spent time singing to her animal companions but even their love couldnt make her feel beautiful too.

As the years went by and the hurts built up, she lost herself more and more in the sea of corruption and competition, trying desperately to fit in. Searching endlessly for authentic love. She became trapped in a vicious cycle of attraction and rejection, looking in all the wrong places. Eventually a black cloud grew around her, blocking out everything that truly mattered to her. She tried to reach out for help but no one could find the way in and she could not find her way out either. So she carried the cloud with her everywhere, like a warm, safe coat that tripped her up constantly.

After 25 years had passed her by, she finally thought she had found the answer to all her misfortunes. The cloud began to lift but the girl was still blinded, by a false love. Soon a new child was born, full of life and gusto, with much to teach the once little girl. The new child led the girl on a treacherous journey, that took all her courage to survive. To a place long forgotten, buried deep in the depths of her heart. Slowly the girl began to awaken and remember the song of her authentic innocence of youth. The girl knew that the love she had been seeking, had been around her and within her all along. It whispered to her on the wind as it travelled through the trees. It beckoned to her from the sky in the call of a kookaburra. It nuzzled her arm in the form of her canine companions. Most of all, it lifted her heart ever so slightly, everytime she sang her baby a lullaby. Authentic love had never left her. It had waited quietly for so many years, until the day her eyes would truly open. All she had to do now, was follow it back to her true self and the life she was born to live.

And so it begins…..

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