Trust

 

There upon the window sill grows a plant named Spike. She doesn’t invite the gentle observer to touch her. So most keep their distance.  A few, perhaps one or two, will dare to see the smooth curves, despite the spikes. These rare observers will defy the odds and reach out  to stroke the gentle spots, aware that Spike might strike at any moment in self-defense–the hurts have been many in her lifetime, and so she developed her own defense. It truly takes a special person to see the gentle essence beyond the spikes and recognize that Spike too is connected to a Divine source as well as the observer. Spike strikes the hand that reaches out, not once or twice, but many times. She remains protected, but each time the hand reaches out, THE IDEAS begin to creep in… What would it be like if she could trust and not have to keep the others away? Is this what loneliness feels like? How can fear be released to allow another close? How much longer can she zap the hand away?

 

Namaste,

L and Muse