Sitting high up in that Maple tree.Watching the cars drive by knowing they couldn’t see me.The feeling of being high above all my problems and sadness.The sun giving the warmth and brightness of pure peace. The wind flowing and caressing my face which felt as if I was being kissed by God.
Climbing the tree to reach my little spot high above hidden in the canopy was a journey only I could perceive to achieve, my award….was the safe aloneness to be myself.S
I knew I was safe, safe away from others knowing where I was. Knowing I was the only one there in that big maple tree.
There was a power to being alone.
I didn’t have to play a part in anyone’s story, but my own.
My imagination was full and free to create whole worlds with the people passing by to give inspiration.
High up in that true place of oneness with myself.
Watching the ants go about their work along the branches.
The birds soaring the thermals that are ever present above my home.
I was watching a living breathing world of art that felt all my own.
My thoughts-My Voice- My visions-Me
Hoping to stay there unnoticed for as long as I could.
Not wanting to be confined by the voices of others who couldn’t understand me.
Who wouldn’t take the time to really see me.