2.4.18 Sometimes We Awaken

It’s remarkable how we become slowly rendered , who and what we are and can be and will be, by experience.
By storms and betrayal, and then , by love and stolid support. 

On we go, along our path. Learning to observe and honor others. Learning to not make our selves or our needs small .

Sometimes we awaken to realize we have chosen to live long patches of years beneath the weight of emotional and ideological misunderstandings.
Beneath the crushing weight of the harmful machinations of others.

Sometimes we awaken, as if out of some fable or mistaken dream or cloistered agreement , made while unawares, while fast asleep.
Sometimes it is our dreams that call out to us. That press to our side, rousing us roughly , saying “Awaken! Awaken now!
It has been too long you have slept a drugged sleep of the brainwashed.
Wake, wake now! Step out no matter the cost or fear you are imagining .
For your entire self awaits you now, your own precious days now beckon.”