Sleeping dragons waking
There are parts of us that will lie dormant for many years, decades even.
Similar to a seed that waits and waits for that moment when the sun, the rain, the wind…take it to that spot that says here.
Or the frogs, long silent until the rain.
And when this part of us wakes, we are as surprised as everyone who knows us.
It might be that we find a voice that stayed silent for decades, building the courage, the library, the inner certainty to then become vocal.
Or simply fed up and no longer willing to pay the safe price of silence. Like Rosa Parks.
It might be the child, long suppressed, burdened by a lifetime of responsibility too hard to allow childlike responses, suddenly burst into play.
It might be the reptile in us. Held back, leashed…then suddenly fully awake to strike.
It might be our sleeping dragon. Numbed. Drugged. Seeing through the fog of deception, illusion and carefully woven spells.
This part of us, long isolated and separated, is as much us as all of the many other parts.
To be whole is to bring all of our voices alive. To be mature is to know the appropriate way to do this that serves us, others, and a more beautiful future.
Photo taken January 17th 2021