Weaving Gold

Mokosha, Anastasia Sophia, and Me, Natalia . . . while the books are written

Set Free

on June 10, 2013

I see something in myself
Something special.
A lightning bug
captured in a jar.
It darts this way and that.

But it must be my imagination
playing tricks.
I know I’m just me.
(I’m sorry.)
Remarkably ordinary.

Until I am attacked
by a specter wielding a hammer.
Crash!  He shatters the jar with one whack.
Releasing a multitude of stars and explosions.

All my spark needed was a little oxygen.

Moment of grace, from Swan Mothers: Discovering Our True Selves by Parenting Uniquely Magnificent Children

 

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