Now, I am in a better state of “let” it flow. I have actually joined a poetry group that meets once a week. I need to be ready to share two original pieces each week. I don’t stress over it. I just grab thoughts as they stream by and write them down. There is no judgment from me or from the group. I watch my grandchildren three days a week and I now have a keen sense of how I have come full circle in my life and mental unfoldment. I struggled for most of my life with thoughts from childhood trauma. I battled the demons though journaling and really tried to make my despair something to share. It never bore fruit.why I thought my grief was something others would want to know is beyond me. Now, instead, I see my life journey as being a progression of guided experiences that gave me the nurturing that I’d needed as a child. I see that now. I was blind to it all these years, repeating negative messages of I’m not worthy. But the nurturing continued and I found each path I was to follow anyway. I was guided to children. Isn’t that something? I was allowed the opportunity, over and over again, to love, encourage, and empower child after child after child. And now I still continue with grandchildren. I was guided.
Now I guide. I have also found my way to a love of preserving memories through flowers. Flowers are the perfect symbol of beautiful unfolding. I am able to make a lasting glorious memory for others. So you see, I have let go of the stories that held me down. I know I struggled to shake them my whole life and now, I can say I am free!