The free we’re born to be……

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She was born to fly,
but her bright wings got snatched,
used to patch broken things.
So she crumples up small,
sliding down under the coming up short,
pushed like putty into despairing places
so the holes in their souls don’t show.

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But even though it may stop the squeak and shudder when she flattens out low,
her life was never meant to be a wedge beneath shaky table legs.

So she drops down deep to the song beyond their reach
and lets it sing her brave heart free,
to find a truer way and never spend another day
feeling homesick for the me she’s born to be.

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“We just get the one life,  you know.  Just one.
You can’t live someone else’s or think it’s more important just because it’s more dramatic.
What happens matters.”
-from Ghost Town

This is a snippet from my August zine,  Ripplesongs.
It’s a re-write I cobbled together for us all,
but most especially for the hidden ones who’ve been stolen away,
trafficked.
I’ll be drawing a name from the comments this week and sending out a copy to you
and a bundle,  in your honor,  to the brave girls recovering in safe places in my city.
A howl,  a prayer,
in defiance of despair.

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Food for the flying……

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I’ve been reading instead of writing this weekend,
feasting on an artful cluster of healing stories by Rachel Naomi Remen
and,  wow,  I want to serve it up,  this goodness I’ve been feeding on
……some nips of nectar
to nourish your bright wings:)

~ “The life in us is diminished by judgment far more frequently than by disease.
Our own self-judgment or the judgment of others.
and
this judgment does not only take the form of criticism.
Approval is also a form of judgment,
but we are harmed by it in far more subtle ways.
To seek approval is to have no resting place,  no sanctuary.
Like all judgment,  approval encourages constant striving.
It makes us uncertain of who we are and of our true value.

 (there’s more!)

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This is as true of the approval we give ourselves as it is of
the approval we offer others.
Approval can’t be trusted.
It can be withdrawn at any time no matter what our track record has been.
It is as nourishing of real growth as cotton candy.
Yet many of us spend our lives pursuing it.”

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“A label is a mask life wears.
We may need to take our labels and even our experts far more lightly.
In my experience,  a diagnosis is an opinion and not a prediction.
Like a diagnosis,  a label is an attempt to assert control and manage uncertainty.
It may allow us the security and comfort of a mental closure
and encourage us not to think about things again.
But life never comes to a closure;  life is process,  even mystery.
Life is known only by those who have found a way to be comfortable with change
and the unknown.  Given the nature of life,  there may be no security,
but only adventure.”

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There.
Do you feel a little stronger in your wings?
Wishing you fresh,  healing breeze in all your parts.

“I don’t need stress to do what I need to do.
That isn’t efficient.
Love and sanity are.”
-Byron Katie
(from her brilliant Loving What Is)

There may always come a breeze……

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Reasons to keep showing up,  wholehearted,  to life.
A life-hugging list:

~ Because there are still stories and songs to meet and know and share

~ Because rogue waves of goodness sometimes sweep me up
(and it’s joy to get swept up)

~ Because wind moves things,  and there may always come a breeze.

~ Because I’m curious,  and there is shelter enough
to go wilding with hope

~ Because seeds and somedays

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~ Because I’m not alone.  Ever.
Even when the halls sound hollow.

~ Because healing happens,  too.

~ Because beautiful beginnings get born every day
and nothing is beyond redemption.

~ Because a smell can drift up sudden and escort me
to places of unspeakable comfort

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~ Because pain is not the final word
on anything

~ Because I’m brave enough
(and so are you)

Because restoration and color and farmer’s markets and gentle dogs
and moving water and tall trees and fresh mercy and Scarborough Fair sorbet
and the way muscles seem to sigh peace after a massage.

I hope maybe this simple list feels a little like that to your heart,  too,  my friend.
A breath of sweet peace to you:)

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“Everybody is a story”
and
“Every great loss demands that you choose life again.”
-Rachel Naomi Remen

Simply soaking……

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In all of your tired places,

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your wilted spaces,

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feeling weary and parched and needing fresh graces…..

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I sing your heart the sort of rest that feels like this:)

A good long healing soak.

“I drank the silence of God
from a spring in the woods.”
-Georg Trakl

(It gives me joy,  just so much joy,  to send a copy of my July Ripplesongs
to the beautiful Gwen Lily)