What secrets could my mind
unfold
If I could trust and let THEM
go?
 
The woman with the flaming hair she waits and longs to care
for those who's time it is to share.

Your light shines bright. For my friend A Wounded Healer

And the beautiful woman with the flaming hair bowed with the strength of an ancient tree and she spoke the words so tenderly so deliberately, "They are MINE, each and every One, I have come to claim them."
And the ancient tree smiled.

"You do build in darkness if you have faith.
But one day the light returns and you discover
that you have become a fortress which is
impregnable to certain kinds of trouble;
you may even find yourself needed and sought
by others as a beacon in their dark.
~ Olga Rosmanith
 
Thank You Grace.

My 20 year old son, he is very hard for me to live with.
He came back home a week ago to live because he is suffering from depression.
I need to hug him, even when it is not what he wants from me.
I am growing.
This is hard.

The rule was... "You can't tell, it is a secret." Even now after telling for years, I still get stuck on this rule. I struggle for words to speak the truth because I have stuffed it all down for so many years.
 
My parents had a picture of a squiggly black fuzzy thing with eyes I have put a representation of it here. They taught us to never lie and used this squiggly black thing as a representation of the lie. I spent hours looking up that picture and staring at it. I knew that I was filled up with that squiggly black lie.
 
My parents taught me to lie and then taught me to never tell a lie.
 
Now I am here to say I need to speak the Truth! I know my voice shakes. Speak it anyway!

I am working on telling the truth. Letting it out of me. Learning how to speak the language of little vicki, to say the words to be her voice.