“In ancient times, the main purpose of nightly Council Fires was to learn how to listen.” – Jamie Sams & Twylah Nitsch
Somewhere along the line and at some point in the past few years, I got lost. Looking around for a steady place to stand, I found only other people’s ideas of what life should be like.
Over the past few months it has come to me very clearly:
I am living someone else’s dream life.
I have mostly done what I should do. Even though I have misbehaved along the way, I still ended up in a place where I can’t see my own reflection.
I have stuff I don’t need. I fight battles that do not matter. I am weighed down by unexpressed longings and unwritten words.
I don’t care about things that other people seem to believe in. I don’t long for the latest anything.
This is not a sad story,
This is my declaration of independence.
I have lit my own council fire, but it is a council of only one.
Through the flames I will look into my own eyes
And know my place.
xo
Photograph by Don Genge
Note: This is a re-publish of a post that was lost during my recent web difficulties. The good news is I’m finally back on line!
