There was a Woman…

There was a woman who felt paralysed by truth.

Her truth, vision and insight wasn’t shared by those around her and the confrontation of difference went against any instinct to try and belong.

She wasn’t silenced, she silenced herself. For fear of being rejected.

Misunderstood.

Abandoned. 

Then she grew stronger, and the abandoners and rejectioners didn’t matter. She didn’t need to be understood. 

And all of a sudden, her truth, vision and insight was mirrored all around her. 

Shared.

Accepted.

Respected.

Understood. 

There is a woman who booms her truth like a thunderous flock of ravens. Calling out. Not caring who hears because her words are love, and even when love is deafening, it is pure. 

There is this woman with a pen in her hand who yearns for freedom and flow.

It is coming, child. 

There is a woman who watches me proudly, for she is me and I am her.

There will be a woman who melts into the earth after a life well lived. A life of courage and cherished memories… of doing it her own way.