The ship of my life foundered on the rocks
The heavy timbers groaned and gave way
Wreakage flowing to the sea
I float free, a leaf swirling, dancing in the current.
Again, Rebecca took the words and this time not only responded with a drawing, but with several. The first tries were vivid bright colors, reflective of excitement and joy and while freedom can be that, they somehow felt too bright, too shiny. When she sent me this one I knew she had understood perfectly and had captured the subtle sense that I hadn't quite acknowledged. Seeing her drawing I understood that this freedom is very tender yet, the dance is only a slow swirl and
depends on the water for movement. My body has much healing to do and I must flow as I am taken. How lovely to have a friend who can reveal my truth to me beyond what I can see myself.
