Feather dusting...
This morning in my family constellation session I lance the boil of early grief in my childhood , of not wanting to grow up, of teenage angst and dieting. And let a question hang in its place
What if my purpose here is just to shine?
Back home I notice the kitchen floor is grubby and sticky from, among other things, making a pan of strawberry and redcurrant jam yesterday. So I put on the coffee, a CD of Queen's 'Absolute Greatest' and dance my mop across the mock terracotta tiles with Freddie Mercury's voice in We Will Rock You thrumming in my solar plexus - imagining another life for myself. Beaming into a far future.
This old rose in our garden is called Tequila Sunrise - knowing how to open and shine is in its nature.
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