And so the journey continues

And so the story begins

And so her story begins ..... 

In all honesty her childhood had been an eclectic bag of very mixed blessings. She had been born into a family that was in the midst of incredible grief and loss. She would have to dig deep into her exhaustive bag of emotional energy if she was going to make it out of childhood unaffected by the chaos, trauma, grief and loss that had so tenaciously latched on to her family. Death, drug addiction, abuse, poverty. 


Yet, survive it she did. I think it came down to her incredible tenacity for life, her incredible ability to take something tragic and choose to see the hidden magic. She had learned the hard way that every so called dark cloud had a silver lining. Mind you whilst she was in the midst of the raging dark clouds, silver linings were far and few in between. I believe that she was indeed blessed to be able to escape into her world of imagination, innocence and thought. In that world the gnarled twisted fingers of hatred, hurt and abuse couldn't touch her, they couldn't taint her world with the stench and distaste that came with such pain and darkness.


 She saw herself as a child of light, a child of love. A child above all that darkness. She saw her beauty and worth not through the eyes of others. No she saw and felt her worth through the love and joy she experienced through nature,  those who truly loved her, animal friends and the Universe.  She saw her beauty and worth in her own reflection. She could trust her own eyes, they never lied to her. They never let her down. They never made empty promises. She didn't need to hear the shallow words 'I love you' for she knew they echoed with emptiness. rather she knew she was loved every time she fell asleep, knowing that she was safely cradled in the protective loving arms of the Universe. She just thought 'how can i be so different from my family'. She felt as though she must have been adopted, she felt as though she didn't belong. If life was a garden, she felt like a sunflower in a garden of roses. 

Finding her way home

Her Story 

She was an interesting girl. She was quiet, reserved some would even say shy. Yet if you asked her she would tell you that she was observant, too busy reading people's energy, body language and tone to need to bring any attention to herself. She liked to fly under the radar. In fact she dreamt of being a bird, an eagle soaring high on the thermals of life. Yet her cold hard reality was that she was grounded on earth, her feet squarely planted. 

She took in so much more than anyone ever gave her credit for. She was bright, tenacious and overly sensitive. She'd had a heightened awareness since birth and it was never dampened by the traumatic crap that she had to endure. Nor did the grief dull her sensitivities, empathy and compassion for others. She was an enigma to those around her. If anything the grief and trauma seemed to further sharpen her senses, her ability to observe life, others and herself. I don't think she quite understood how gifted she was. Not just intellectually, but also emotionally.