Wings and Dancing Dresses
......so she thought and she thought for a very long time about all the people who had come and gone in her life and she felt alot of sad and cried alot of tears....after all that time, sitting there in one big puddle, with her dancing skirt soaked and her wings weighed down, plus the heavy heart..why was it so heavy? she decided to think only on the good parts.....the good parts all her people had left with her.
Drying her wings, she remembered where she got them, from her momma, although still around, had set her free to go live her life and how hard that must have been for her to do. Got her friend , her mentor who taught her so much about life and how to make a difference in the world by being kind and helpful and world smart. That and so much more.
Oh and the life coach who moved away now but really set the polish on those wings by teaching her who she was and how to BE, really BE in the world and make it, no t only surviving but thriving...to fly way out and above, beyond the limits of the clouds, out to the whole universe where the rainbows are, where the pot of gold is, where everything miraculous happens.
Oh and the dancing skirt, drying that out, thinking where she got that from....the friend, who had left to go back home, left to a life too busy to stay in touch but it didnt matter because she was inside of this heart, a secret corner where I could go and sit with her and laugh and laugh until my dancing skirt got wet, oh oh thats how it get wet.....it was with tears of laughter, the belly kind that makes you have to pee and then you lose it. She is still here.
That explains why the heart was so heavy, the love left behind to grow and as it grew it got heavy,too heavy almost for one heart to hold it all, so she had to start emptying it out all over the place, to everyone she met so that it was lighter to be able to carry around...problem is when she emptied it, it filled agian so quickly but the stuff it filled with was even lighter..it was joy and laughter and warmth and that was so light and airy and felt so much better.
Like all the rest...those who were and are not..but they are..they never really left, they are here, in the dancing skirt, in the wings, in the heart full of love , joy and laughter and yes, tears...and the head full of memories of what was....and still is......and she dried her face and replaced the tears with a great big smile and gently rubbed her palm in circles over her heart.
The End.....or is it the beginning...oh I think the middle...ooops its all three!
Bette J Shaw~writer~artist~life coach
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