A maiden resides in her abode of doubt, she hears the white horse coming through the pink mist of a new dawn, her dawn. She was told that she possessed all the potential she could dream,
all the sparkle of a newly faceted gem. She was told, but she just needed to believe in order for her dawn to glow and shine, for her to see her own beauty, hear her own music. The mists of doubt depart and she sees her true beauty. She has come into her own treasures.
She puts rings on her fingers and bells on her toes and she will have music wherever she goes. The prophecy has come full circle; those who told her are now those she tells of her treasured turns, turn of events.
Rena Askey, you were always destined to receive treasure for your art, my friend, may your days ring out in CELEBRATION!!! And my cousin, you have come full circle, for it does not seem that long ago that we made our first rings of Inspiration with beads and sparkle to represent our endeavors and hopes. Congratulations on all you have worked so hard to achieve. May your vision never tarnish...
This is an excerpt from one of my favorite books, Anam Cara by John O' Donohue:
"To the inferior eye, everyone else is greater. Others are more beautiful, brilliant, and gifted than you. The inferior eye is always looking away from its own treasures. It can never celebrate its own presence and potential. The inferior eye is blind to its secret beauty. The human eye was never designed to look up in a way that inflates the Other to superiority, not to look down, reducing the Other to inferiority. To look someone in the eye is a nice testament to truth, courage, and expectation. Each one stands on common, but different, ground.
To the loving eye, everything is real. This art of love is neither sentimental or naive. Such love is the greatest criterion of truth, celebration, and reality. Kathleen Raine, a Scottish poet, says that unless you see a thing in the light of love, you do not see it at all. Love is the light in which we see light.
Love is the light in which we see each thing in its true origin, nature, and destiny. If we could look at the world in a giving way, then the world would rise up before us full of invitation, possibility, and depth." (pp. 64-65)
See your possibility, erase the limits and a pink dawn awaits for you to begin your faerytale...
Blessings and light,