DancingMermaid

there comes a moment
when saying the words are not enough,
and they start to become empty letters and pretty text,
because as many times as you have said them,
they have no shine when you are
continuing to play it safe and comfortable.

and when this happens,
there comes a day when your soul can hold
no more pain or secrets,
where the seams give out
the cracks finally break
and there you are unraveled in a sea of mess.

but what if the cracking was not your heart
but only a shell,
and the magic cottage was not a place
but a way of life.

what if the fairytale was really a folklore
filled with ancient wisdom that may take
you lifetimes to fully comprehend.

truth will find you in the end,
and it may not feel good and you may
not feel sexy,
but that is not its intention.

truth is not going to sugar coat it
or tell you what you want to hear.

but it will be your most loyal friend,
and it will stick with you no matter how
many times you tell it to get lost or go bother
someone who cares….

because despite it all,
truth has your best interests in mind.
it may come to you in a big black cloud,
a broken heart,
or a heavy disappointment…
and unfortunately this is something
out of our control.

so lets just sit quietly in the unknowing
for a little while together,
and stop pretending we know how the story ends.
jaclyn_fairy1

15 Comments so far

so beautiful and so true…(sigh)

yes.yes.yes.

All true and I especially love the last line… “Lets just sit quietly in the unknowing for a little while together,
and stop pretending we know how the story ends.” Love to you, wise girl. xo

Yes, lets.

sounds perfectly wonderful to me.
*sigh*

such beautiful words…i am always touched by your poems and posts!

Exactly.

sitting here digging into a humongous bag of trail mix and reading your words

and these in particular

“the magic cottage
was not a place
but a way of life”

really freakin’ spoke to me.

feeling you sister. xx

Bravo mermaid your words are right and true.

Yes, life happens…with all these parts even more magical! xx

The story will end in a “happily ever after” just like they told us when we were little. Thing is …..that happily ever after takes its sweet-ass-time and it comes when it comes not exactly when we want it to. Hang tight mermaid. Its on its way. I promise Love, Angie

amen, sister!! the truth is always right there. xoxo, ~ M.

just stopping by for a re-read and to remind you how wonderful you are

sitting quietly
beside beautiful mermie
*not* pretending i know a thing

xoxo

Hello.
I’ve missed so much and I don’t know where to start…
I’m now unemployed and in England. I carried as many rocks as I could with me on the airplane rather than shipping them. My dream box and mermaid picture came too I have fragments of my life with me, but the rest is just unfolding.
And when you wrote: “and the magic cottage was not a place
but a way of life.” I agreed whole heartedly. I may not have a home right now, but the way of life (my way, me) comes with me. I am the constant here, not the bricks & mortar which held my own kitchen and piled-upon big wooden table. Thank you for a beautiful blog post… More in just a few minutes xo

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