When there are no lights but for the candles, the moon, the stars, and my own light within this body and mind, expressing itself into this world … it is SO good!
I snap my fingers and tell my dog to come sit by me. He looks at me like, “Ya, what?” and I snap them again, giving the command to come sit by me. He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. I made a “claw” with my hand and said, “Grrrr” and he responded, “Grrrr” and hopped on me, going left, to the spot. I covered him up and laughed and said, ” You don’t like being told what to do, do you? Even tho I know you love this spot.” He now rests comfortably and I think, “We’re really not all that different, he and I”.
I chose to sit here tonight with you, again, rather than attend a meeting with new acquaintances. What does this say to you? What does this say to me?
I’ve always said that mental abuse is worse than physical abuse. After all, bruises heal and bones actually re-fuse to each other when broken, but mental … well, when emotions are torn asunder and the mind has been warped by an abuser, things don’t always go back together as cleanly as bones. In fact, the emotional body may never fully “heal”.
So why am I here and not there? Perhaps I’ve become accustomed to it. Perhaps life seems a little “off” without you at this point.
At least there appears to be some sort of purpose. What it is, I’ve yet to find out.
What are you if not a villain, or a super-hero? I would say protector, or protectress. Of what? That is yet to be seen.
Are you a dragon? If so, which one?