Mud and Magic
Fairy Considering Flight
Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
Anais Nin
I bow my head to the beautiful souls I know and feel blessed today. Close or far, my life is richer for people I love and who love me. Can they forgive me for my passionate missteps? The sweeter souls have, and still do.
I have been waking up, seeing the mess around me, and know its time to clean it up, best I can. I’m mud and magic, grit and glitter, full of spirit, will and love. Sometimes the days disappear into chaos and I wonder what happened to chasing my dreams. What I’ve come to understand is that life is a waking dream, a constant fluctuating adventure that does not follow any script, no matter how hard you try to enforce one on it.
I’m a dreamer, an incurable romantic, with trust issues.
Go ahead, laugh. I do.
I’m a fucked up fairytale believer, chasing butterflies and time, sometimes lonely, sometimes lost, but mostly in awe of it all. I fall in love with colors, sounds, lights, smells, tastes, and people. My heart leaps like a puppy before my brain can assess the danger. Needs drive me, wants haunt me, desires drive me crazy with frustration and action is a pulsating creature alive in me and all I do. I so want something so much I can taste it sometimes. The somethings change, but the passion is sincere.
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.
Donna Roberts
Friends keep you from being too proud. I stiffen and suffer, tolerating too much. But friends, ah they poke the right silly hole into your solemn silent torment, and like the clouds parting, bring you sunshine love. They take you out of anxious into laughter in seconds, wipe your tears, guide and listen with a wide open heart.
I don’t believe an accident of birth makes people sisters or brothers. It makes them siblings, gives them mutuality of parentage. Sisterhood and brotherhood is a condition people have to work at.
Maya Angelou
Friends shift like sand, grow with or apart from you, their lives mirroring yours in different ways. Fractures occur and the deepest work is apologizing for and forgiving the betrayal of a friend. Sometimes friendships shift into something deeper, like love, like home. Sisters, brothers, lovers, spouses – shades of friendship.
My life is a splendid creation of my own blind love, seeking a home. I’ll find it, eventually. I’m finding pieces of it in my closest friends, one gold nugget of love at a time.
Peace and Much Love,
Melissa
