WILD GROWN

This time next week I’ll be a grown up…

Even so, I faithfully resist rigid and constant discipline. It leaves no room for adventures of spirit, for wandering and change. Id like better to have thoughtful, agile balance.  Be light on my feet, keep my sightlines wide and mind open, senses aware and energy centered. Grace and mercy at the ready.

That flexibility has served me well. Not so long ago, I had to dock my small but sturdy sail boat on an island for a spell.

I rested. Made life.

Soon, I was called back to see, baby in tow. We hopped on bigger sailboats sometimes… even crawled into a friendly cave for a spell, before getting back in that sturdy little patched-up boat again, summoned back across the sea to a ship with a strong and steady captain who got us as close to new shores as she could before offering us a lifeboat, protection and provisions for our journey forward. She heard tell of a yacht that could tug our little lifeboat behind it for as long as we needed. And though we remain welcome and tended, this is not our ship and it will not do to stay much longer. The horizon awaits. My little boat has some juice left in her yet and there isnt a cruise ship, yacht or island shore that will soothe me. Not for more than a little while…At least not yet…

The pieces of my little ship will serve to build a bigger one, mine for the steering

Onward

Onward

Onward

Supple Mind
Supple joints
Supple skin