Letting go of what could be the best thing to ever happen to me
Trapped in my mind
Pondering on the thought of getting out
But then stopping
Because the thought of getting out scares me so much....
The toothfairy, who's job it is to collect the lost teeth from the little house where the Pixies live, is not an industrious fairy.
Despite the enormous amount of faith put in her, she very rarely manages to arrive before the lost tooth has been lingering beneath the pillows for a week...
The rumor is that she is easily distracted and not very good with direction....
The truth runs closer to her being a bit forgetful and tired....
Little wings and all that....
The Pixies are doubtful....
Perhaps she was fairy-napped and held against her will, beneath a bridge, by a hairy troll, the Pixies mused.
I thought it unlikely....
There was the possibility she had found a wild blueberry pie and being so minuscule, it had taken her forever and a great deal of napkins, to eat every bite of it, the two blueberry fans suggest.
I, considered the wild blueberries in the freezer and contemplated future pie making.
Maybe, she had picked the wrong butterfly to hitch a ride on and it had flown around the world to get here....
I sincerely hoped our toothfairy and her butterfly companion were not responsible for the crazy weather around the world....
The Serious Pixies scowled and defended their unseen and very tardy fairy friend.
No matter what has kept her so consistently from being on time for every lost tooth.......she pays well.
(guilt has it's price.)
So, the Pixies wait on pins and needles.....
Hoping the overdue toothfairy will swoop in for their teeth.... and leave a little good will in their place.
When you are in a wheelchair whether you like it or not you are constantly being watched by others. And often judged with extreme labels. You are either being snubbed as incapable of leading productive lives or you are being called a role model and inspiration even by people who hardly know you, whether you want it or not. You are never considered a “normal” person with a normal life. Persons with disabilities are often shown as one, with singular characteristics – either as worthless or as brave, kind, extremely good. To change this thinking, it’s important to tell stories from within, stories of fear, pain, doubts, confusion, anger, acceptance from within. “A Bumblebee’s Balcony” is just that insider story. It’s about dealing with those small moments that threaten to make you want to give up, those minute details of letting go of one’s chains and embracing strength and hope. And choosing happiness despite your circumstances! Personally, writing has been the strongest coping tool for me. There was no agenda to inspire anyone through this book but to make sense of memories and moments through my journey from a small village to the city, understanding cerebral palsy, grappling with the mounting challenges and living a productive life personally and professionally. It is also a tribute to the unconditional love of family and friends. And the transition into a role model. Role models create a rippling effect by sparking the desire for a fulfilling life and to enable others to imagine and strive for an alternate future. I believe that the book is about the journey of thousands of individuals and their families, their struggles, strength, hope and the indomitable spirit of not giving up. A lot of time we miss opportunities because of society and the thousand and one barriers such as physical, financial, socio-psychological, imposed by our “normalcy” “uniformity” obsessed world. I hope that the book will open up conversations into inclusion and will push people to be inclusive in whatever they do.⠀
Blessed Super Blood Wolf Moon my darlings!
My magick today by far came in the form of this ritual.
Under the eclipsing Full Moon I released blocks I’ve worked of for so long.
I lit candles with intention.
I burned a bay leaf.
I whispered softly to release that which has been holding me back.
Keeping me from showing my true self.
That which held me stagnant.
That which kept me believing I was safe when, in fact, I was stuck.
With my eyes locked on the candle flame, I released that which no longer serves me.
And made space for that which belongs in my life. .
May this magnificent Full Moon energy bring blessings unto you. 🐺❤️🌟🌕
I’m coming back to see you again, sweetheart @heybelianjessica ❤️💍 no miles could ever keep us apart. We will always come back to one another, and someday, we’ll be together forever.
My book ‘Sad Birds Still Sing’ is on sale via the link in my bio!! Get it while it’s cheap!! Much love.