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DW Idol Week #2: My Mount Rushmore
Oct. 10th, 2018 08:51 pmI don't know if she really realizes how she looks there, carved into the mountainside of my heart. Her face changes, depending on the lighting and moods.
To say that she is big-hearted would be an understatement. A sharp wit, a sense of sarcasm to match my own.
She has been an example of the Goddess in the flesh. I have seen her standing in the circle, call upon the Lady, and become the human embodiment of that divine being.
I have seen her as the Mother, taking in lost souls and giving them a place in her heart to call home. She doesn't make friends, she makes family. I have seen her nurture the broken into health with her love and I have seen her heart sob in loss when she has had to cut ties with those who have become toxic. She never gives up on a person easily, and every loss she suffers is a soul wound.
I have seen her as a Warrior. When something or someone she loves is in jeopardy she will move mountains to protect them.
She is fierce as a lion, wild as an eagle, and as in need of love as a newborn kitten.
She tells me that for her, each soul has a "picture" when she connects to them. Some very detailed, some vague, so develop detail as we bond. She tells me that my "picture" the first time we met was a partially hidden, deep, ancient river. Like seen from the inside of a cave near an opening.
And so she calls me her River. In our conversations, she says sometimes I am turbulent and fast like rapids. Sometimes as slow and deep as the ancient water that shapes canyons. She says she looks to me for wisdom, inspiration, and strength. I simply shake my head and laugh.
She has experiences, adventures, and knowledge way beyond anything I will ever know, my flowing self, through the land. I call her my *little* Bird because occasionally she tells me that she needs *my* wisdom to fly.
What I'm not sure she understands is that with her wings, she has soared over such vast areas, seen so much, visited places I can only imagine walking through. Her experiences have brought her wisdom beyond her years, and wisdom that I could never hope to obtain.
In the years we have known each other, she has carved her way onto my heart and soul. I realized just how much this past July when I stood under the blue skies of Colorado and spoke the words joining her and her husband together in marriage.
There are very few people I would venture out of my safe space for, when called upon. And she is one of them.
So when I look at my heart mountain, painted pink and orange like the setting sun in the desert, I see a flash of feathers and feel the brush of a kiss against my cheek.
Some people come into your life and leave again without disturbing a pebble or making a ripple. Then there are those who carve themselves out a home, set up for the long-term, and make indelible changes to the landscape of your heart.
She's going to read this entry soon. And I'm not sure whether to expect a loving scold for making her seem bigger than she thinks she is or another of her deep soul hugs.
I can only hope that she realizes how much she has touched the lives of her chosen family, and how much faith I have in my little Bird.
To say that she is big-hearted would be an understatement. A sharp wit, a sense of sarcasm to match my own.
She has been an example of the Goddess in the flesh. I have seen her standing in the circle, call upon the Lady, and become the human embodiment of that divine being.
I have seen her as the Mother, taking in lost souls and giving them a place in her heart to call home. She doesn't make friends, she makes family. I have seen her nurture the broken into health with her love and I have seen her heart sob in loss when she has had to cut ties with those who have become toxic. She never gives up on a person easily, and every loss she suffers is a soul wound.
I have seen her as a Warrior. When something or someone she loves is in jeopardy she will move mountains to protect them.
She is fierce as a lion, wild as an eagle, and as in need of love as a newborn kitten.
She tells me that for her, each soul has a "picture" when she connects to them. Some very detailed, some vague, so develop detail as we bond. She tells me that my "picture" the first time we met was a partially hidden, deep, ancient river. Like seen from the inside of a cave near an opening.
And so she calls me her River. In our conversations, she says sometimes I am turbulent and fast like rapids. Sometimes as slow and deep as the ancient water that shapes canyons. She says she looks to me for wisdom, inspiration, and strength. I simply shake my head and laugh.
She has experiences, adventures, and knowledge way beyond anything I will ever know, my flowing self, through the land. I call her my *little* Bird because occasionally she tells me that she needs *my* wisdom to fly.
What I'm not sure she understands is that with her wings, she has soared over such vast areas, seen so much, visited places I can only imagine walking through. Her experiences have brought her wisdom beyond her years, and wisdom that I could never hope to obtain.
In the years we have known each other, she has carved her way onto my heart and soul. I realized just how much this past July when I stood under the blue skies of Colorado and spoke the words joining her and her husband together in marriage.
There are very few people I would venture out of my safe space for, when called upon. And she is one of them.
So when I look at my heart mountain, painted pink and orange like the setting sun in the desert, I see a flash of feathers and feel the brush of a kiss against my cheek.
Some people come into your life and leave again without disturbing a pebble or making a ripple. Then there are those who carve themselves out a home, set up for the long-term, and make indelible changes to the landscape of your heart.
She's going to read this entry soon. And I'm not sure whether to expect a loving scold for making her seem bigger than she thinks she is or another of her deep soul hugs.
I can only hope that she realizes how much she has touched the lives of her chosen family, and how much faith I have in my little Bird.