G
ood little girls, never get lost out in the woods
Good little girls, play in their own yard
Witches and wolves waiting to spring
Hide in the trees
I know but still it’s hard just staying at home
Sitting around, playing with dolls
Watching the world at play
And if I’m lost in the woods a little
Somehow I’ll find my way…
There is a beautiful kind of terror that comes from not knowing where you’re going to go next. From not knowing what’s over the next hill, or on the other side of the next wave. The trick is, that kind of beauty can only be savoured if you know that you are standing on solid ground when you take that step into the unknown. Leap of faith and all that.
I’m so lucky, I really truly am, it’s true that I am often alone out here – or at least I feel like it, I can be in a crowd of people with a smile on my face and under the glamour I’m completely alone – but wherever I go, I still have my family, I still have my small tight knit Pack (though there are a few lone wolves that come and go of their own accord, they know who they are – and that they mean no less to me)…and they understand me.
I am, by nature, a solitary creature. I can put on the mask of being a social butterfly; it’s just another role that I play from day to day as the occasion calls for it, but really? I’m the Cinderella who would sneak out of the ball, who would flee the prince and the limelight, who would gladly hike up the edges of her ball gown to trudge through the forest to the stillness of a lakeside and sit looking at the water instead…let the others dance and show off…I prefer the company of my own thoughts most of the time…
And I’m coming to realize that that’s okay….
So if you need me? I’ll just…be over here, in a treehouse, by a lake…with my nose in a book…