Thursday, 1 May 2008


She was wild and free when I met her. She’d been left alone to blossom in the big field that ran down to the stream in front her childhood house. And little shackled me, bound and gagged and so well trained, such a good girl, my god. Meeting her was like leaving a stuffy cellar and emerging into pure oxygen.

So I loved her. What else could I have done?

And I tied her up with my own fear and my own pain. I called it love and nurturing and security, and maybe it was some of those things, too. But it was also building a pen, moving the stakes in closer each year. Teaching her the call and response obedience I knew so well. I picked the flower and I crushed the petals with my suffocating need.

How do I undo that? How do I let her go, let her be free again, let her grow again and feel the wind around her? How do I do that, still loving her, still craving her?


Jero said...

I think that you and I need to chat sometime. I think we may have a few things in common.

I'm on AIM - jeroisking

and google talk - justjero at gmail dot com

Thanks for the comment on my blog by the way. I will have to try that over the top stare thing LOL

Anonymous said...

Your words and your love for her are so powerful.

letsdance said...

Breathe and release. Breathe and release. Breathe and release.

Gradually the day will come when she is free to fly, even back to you.

tongue-tied said...

love her for her being her
and let go of her being her
being about you