I write to you from a window where I sit staring at the world out there. The rain makes me go inward and I am she who sleeps with the foxes. In her cave safe and protected watching the clouds as the storm passes us by.
The thing is that I can now sit still and watch it all go by when once it was impossible. A heart that was so empty where every heartbeat would echo. I can finally say that all sounds and my heart sit still.
Yes, today I catch up with work, my studies, editing and creating new techniques and ideas because like the fox I needed taming. I believe to tame is to establish ties and to establish those ties one must be very patient.
My family has tame me. I know the sounds of each one of their steps. So much in nature reminds me of each one of them. Their voices call me like a wild yip out of my borough. I am helpless and tamed.
It is the wasted time that makes me realize how important they are.
Now I've broken down and spilled it all on these pages...
Now marks the time for this vulnerable fox to go back to sleep...
You can read a guest blog post written by me at What The Flicka? Check it out here.
Later peeps and please stay sweet...