I’m right here, feeling as if I should be someplace else.
There’s a metal fence to my right and a moving train on the other side of it.
I want to be on that moving train, desperately trying to catch up, unsure if I should jump over or wait for an opening in the fence.
Hesitation ignites frustration.
They can’t see me nor hear my cries.
I can’t bear it! But I must keep going.
The patterns of the fence start changing, loosening, as I begin to remember – that I do things differently, that I don’t belong on that train, and that I’ve been on the right side of the fence all along.
I look ahead… The fence is disappearing from my periphery and the train transforms into a million particles.
Calm washes over me.
The child now trusts in the leader in me.
She can unload the burden of the illusion of responsibility and just be… Soft.
I remember why I’m walking and where I’m headed.
I follow the light of the celestial moon, calling in
Eagle – the spirit of heart and courage,
Owl – the all seeing night eagle
and all the ones who know.
In the knowing, the truth of the Warrioress is now revealed.