Once upon a time, in the not too distant past, there was a little girl. She was a wild, intuitive spirit filled with imagination. The light of her Divine Self shined so brightly.
She lived in a world of enchantment. A world where humans and animals co-existed in peace and even intermingled with one another. Both – humans and animals – were known as intelligent creatures, sharing their lives and conversing with one another. Why, it was not even unheard of for even the most wild of the animal kingdom – the fierce Bengal Tiger, for instance – to choose a human with which to “pal around” and protect.
She sang and danced her way through life. Every day an adventure. Time never an issue. Every moment came and went without fanfare. No one was more important than the other. Each was equally special. Each filled with infinite possibility and magic.
The same could be said about lifetimes. No one had a beginning, nor did it have an end. All melding together in one long string of existence which she could easily recall and would eagerly share details of such with her mother.
Time marched on, though, as it always seems to do. Criticism and perfection as well as secrecy – things which were not inherent to her spirit -began to overshadow her existence.
“These are not things which we do or speak of in front of others. They just don’t understand. It makes them uncomfortable.”
This partnered with family disputes and relocation, resulted in her being torn away from her world of enchantment, from the people and animal friends she so loved. The only adults she was left to depend upon were those who considered children to be “unacceptable”, believing children ought to be “seen and not heard”. Within this environment, it was necessary for her to grow up, tossing aside “childish things” prematurely. A “little adult”, she closed herself off from the outside world, her Self, and her intuition all in an effort to find acceptance and security.
Her once bright light had been diminished.
It was not until many, many years later – through synchronicity, divine guidance, call it what you will – that she began to remember; that she began to mourn and long for what she had given up in order to feel safe and secure. It was then that she… that I… embarked upon a quest to rediscover that enchanted world once left behind.
Through processes of outer and inner exploration, I have found my way to the head of the trail which will lead me back. Since my departure, however, the trail has become overgrown with doubt and “reason”. Like thorny vines, they grow thick obscuring the path, strangling the lush vegetation that once lined it. The direction I must travel to reach “home” no longer clear.
Intuition tells me, though… This year (2014) is the year I will find my way back, and once I do, then I can set my mind to repairing the damage that was done to the space and ME, all in my effort to “grow up”.
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As a Spiritual and Life Path mentor, it is Dawna’s Purpose (and honor) to act as a companion and guide to others as they blaze a unique trail that spans the breadth of their own individual Journey.
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