Shift happens.
and it's in the current mode of moving from one place to another
leaving me free floating in the midst
having untethered myself from everything...
this is fabulous
new projects
finishing projects
new adventures
letting go of old ones
new steps on new paths
while the last ones are left behind
sometimes when you look behind you...
you see haw far you are from shore.
from land.
from the earth.
and a little bit of fear peers out...
have we been this far out before?
we may not ever get back....
that's the point my friend.
that's the point
we aren't going back.
we are setting out.
never to return
never ever
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I find myself refraining from writing on here
maybe I don't know what to say for sure
maybe I don't want anyone to read it
maybe I don't want to give myself away
maybe I don't get enough of you to give enough of me
maybe this isn't for you
maybe this isn't for me
maybe it's just one of those days
*shrugs
Let me tell you a story.
Once upon a time in the valley where the forest wound deeply between mountains of stone, there was a small wild fox that danced with the shadows while the moon lifted itself high into the sky. Every night the fox could be found in the glade dancing, dancing, dancing. The moon would sing her songs and they would be rapt up in a joyous celebration.
The raccoon, curious, asked the fox why he danced all the time instead of hunt for food, or dig out his den, or clean his fur, or do all the things the other fox do.
The fox told him that he did do all those things, but it was while the sun was aloft in the sky.
The raccoon astonished with horror-filled eyes, shook his head. He told the fox that doing those things while the sun was awake would anger the sun and burn him. The raccoon's words made the fox afraid and he went home to his den.
The next day the fox pondered the words said to him about the sun being angry. He didn't go out that day and waited for nightfall. As the sun went down, the fox hurried, and rushed, and tried to do his tasks quickly. He raced out to the glade, but as he approached, he saw that the moon was leaving. He called out to her, but she couldn't hear him.
The next day the fox stayed inside again, thinking he would surely finish faster and could still dance with the moon. But again, the fox, out of breath, couldn't make it in time to join the moon in the glade.
The fox cried and cried. Stressed and angry and scared. How would he be able to do his tasks and dance with the moon?! He didn't want to make the sun angry!
The next day the fox peered out from his den as the sun began setting. He called out to the sun. But as he did his eyes began to hurt and he turned away and hid back inside his den. The sun was angry! It burned him!
The fox cried and cried. Now how was he ever going to be able to do the things he loved if the sun was angry and the moon couldn't wait for him!?
The next night the fox, frantic with passion, raced out to the glade. He would ask the moon what to do! She was always so wise! But when he got there, the moon was nowhere to be seen. He waited all night for her. Sadly, he went home and cried and cried.
The fox, cast in a deep sorrow, woke up the next day. He raced out into the daylight. He would hide in the shadows so the sun couldn't see him! He would not miss his chance to meet with the moon. But as the fox began his tasks, he noticed the moon in the sky at the same time as the sun! His eyes filled with tears! She's friends with the sun?! Oh no! He cried.
The next night he darted to the glade. Nothing made sense anymore! Something had to be done! Everything had fallen apart and the fox was so unhappy. He needed to speak with the moon. He made it to the glade and saw that the moon was there waiting. He called out to her and told her of all his sorrows and that he was sorry for not being able to dance with her. He told her about the angry sun. He told her about how he loved to dance with her and that if she didn't want to be his friend anymore, that he would understand. He told her he saw her with the sun.
The moon looked down at the little fox and smiled. She told the fox about how her and the sun danced together too. She told him of how the sun is never angry and that it was indeed the sun that brought her to life.
The fox, confused, revealed that the sun had burned him and he couldn't ever look at it.
The moon cradled the fox. "Silly fox... you are looking at it. As I am his mirror."
The fox tilted his head... but the raccoon, he thought.
The raccoon knows the ways of the raccoon. Not the ways of the fox. The moon explained. Why do you not listen to your heart? She would ask. Everything in it tells you where you need to be.
The fox felt so sad. He realized he wasn't listening to his heart. He was only paying attention to his fear. The fear that only came to be because the raccoon offered it to him.
The fox took a deep breath and hugged the moon. He understood. He understood that he could always do whatever felt right for him. He didn't have to do it the raccoon's way. Or any fox way. Only the way that fit his soul.
The fox smiled and looked up at the moon. He told her how happy he was. They danced and danced.
The next night, raccoon saw the fox heading to the glade. He asked what in the world the fox was doing?! The fox told him about what he learned, but the raccoon shook his head. The raccoon told the fox how silly it was that the fox danced with the moon, as all it was was a silly moon, nothing more. The fox told of how the moon would sing songs and they would dance. The raccoon laughed telling the fox that the moon doesn't sing and walked away.
The fox smiled. It was okay if raccoon couldn't hear the moon. It was okay if raccoon feared the sun. It was all okay. Because the fox knew his own truth. He knew about the moon. He knew about the sun. He knew about the songs. The fox raced out to the glade. there, he and the moon danced while she sang the songs on the midst of the night.
made that up as I went.... hope you enjoyed it.
that's why I do the things I do, I guess. Cause magic and flow and energy.
its okay if you don't understand.
it's okay if you can't hear the moon or the sound of colors.
it's okay if you have fear.
that shit ain't for me, yo.
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