Wings. A white glow, out focus at first because it is so close, recedes into focus and I see it is wings. Angel wings, I will call them. They are the supporting structure my consciousness has created to guide me through the New Life.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Beginnings
The mythos I have let float my life was trauma. Recently, I have simply let it drop. Surprisingly, there was no BIG DECISION. One day, the trauma mythos was gone. Upon further reflection, perhaps I had noticed something fluttering away like a dark bird darting into the distance.
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