"Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is, in its deepest being, something helpless that wants help from us."--Rainer Maria Rilke
This iz my grandmother (yup, that's a baby DivaMama ridin her hip), and for years I'd have sworn she was a thinly disguised dragon!
She's the wombn who raised me. She was a stern, angry and pained wombn, who lived through horrors I can only dimly imagine... Two world wars...Growing up only 2 generations away from chattel slavery in the jim crow south...Escaping that place to start a family all the way on the other side of the world in Los Angeles, California...
She suffered, persevered and managed to survive under the weight of never diagnosed and never treated mental illness, that sought daily to bring to light the deep scars of her own psyche by making them appear on my young body.
I spent much of my early life hating her.
And yet, even then I could see that there was more to Lillie B. than hers, or my, pain. She was born with Dreams and Desires her life and times wouldn't allow her touch, and she knew it!
Today the Dreams I have lived, am creating and will invent, sing with the Light of her Desires as well as my own. Perhaps because she taught me up close the horrible depths of pain and self-denial, I've dedicated my life to opening myself & anybody withing my reach, wide to Magnificence!
Today, no more dragon do I see.
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