For a few years now, I've been secretly, and not always fondly, calling myself the Turtle. Sometimes I manage to peek my head out of my shell, but mostly I hide. Things are changing. My shell is becoming uncomfortable. Bit by bit, I am peeking my head out more often. I am learning to use the Voice I'd been taught to believe was not truly my own. Sometimes, when I peek out my head and speak my Truth, I am met with rejection, anger, or disgust. It's no wonder I often find myself drawing back inside for safety's sake.
Day by day, month by month, year by year, I am beginning to see that what I thought was True was an illusion, that I am far stronger than I ever could have imagined. I'm scared so much of the time, and I've got the shrink's diagnoses (yep, plural) to prove it. Thing is, I'm becoming a little less invested in the reactions of others. A little. Baby steps. Baby steps.
Tonight, I took not one, not two, but three steps, which honestly, couldn't be described as baby-sized by anyone! Talk about terrified. The results were so far removed from what I expected, from what I've been taught by my fears (a.k.a. Gremlins) to anticipate. Turns out in taking those three steps, I was given the courage to take a giant leap. In spite of being advised not to do so by three beloved, gorgeous, loving people, I think it's way past time for me to push my head all of the way out. Some folks won't like it. That's okay. Some folks will say, "What's the big deal?" And, they'll be right. This world is filled with so many gorgeous Souls and so many wonderful and colorful perspectives. I'm blessed to be one of them.
And so, without further ado....*drum roll*
I would like to formally thank the Goddess for the priceless and beautifully precious gift She gave me tonight. I was feeling lost, afraid, and horribly alone. She compelled me to reach out to an old schoolmate. In the midst of the conversation, She nudged me to tell this dear friend (a Southern Baptist) about my new-to-her, Wiccan beliefs. I shared how the gentle nature of this Earth religion has nurtured me. I explained how the tenet of "harming none" is a balm to my heart. I was so scared of rejection, but my friend accepted me as she always has: from that first day in seventh grade when I (the nerdy outcast) was alone and she befriended me. I'm crying again tonight, but right now, in this precious moment, my tears are of joy and gratitude. I have been touched by Grace.
Blessed Be,
Trenda




