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No Place like Home

The walk of life requires some places of surety and sound footing. There needs some protection, some cover in the walk through the hurt and fear layering the everyday path.

It’s all about the shoes.

You need to make your own. 

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You cannot wear another’s shoes- even if they seem to fit and look more fresh.  They will blister the soul… you will die with them on. Your shoes belong to your journey.

Such shoes are crafted by the pain of a specific life, in how one survives the losses, walks through harsh words and even self judgements. The fabric is rich in the blood of sacrificed wants and dreams- the binding and seams, though, sewn with Love, God-breathed and polished. This is what makes them strong enough to make the climb and last the dance.

Like Dorothy who trusted her shoes to take her home, there is a trust in the walk home, finding the ways and places of self knowing and healing– standing in your own shoes.

Women Who Run With the Wolves; “The Red Shoes” C.Estes. 1992.
The Wizard of Oz; L.Frank Baum. 1900. 

 

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Waterfall

I woke with the images of a dream lingering in my consciousness. A journey theme with water, caverns, and ambient light.  Various and odd characters joined my travels- some with faces or stories I knew.  The part that even now I FEEL in my body, though, was the part I had to travel on my own….coursing a raging river bed to get to the other side.

That first step into the current came with a lateral force so immense, every muscle and tendon retracted in fear to secure my feet to the rock bed. Only then did I realize the threat of a waterfall just within sight.  This journey was do or die, a crossing over or falling over, a heroic feat or drowning.

From the cavern view, the waterfall was just a short drop off, very non-threatening. Now within the rushing counter flow, the UNDERcurrent questioned my call to the other side…Could I really do this?  Should I continue?

The tension in my thighs said yes- “you are strong enough.”

I woke with that resolve today.

Yet I wonder now- what happens when you let the current take you, when you fall?  The pool on the under side is deep and refreshing, maybe? The energy released, absorbed…maybe calm, maybe peace.

It’s okay if you’re not strong enough–

Maryellen and Dorina.