Lily is my inner child.
She dances within animated faery pictures laced with rainbows.
She beacons a light hearted soul sometimes found in me.
Lily...
that's what I've named her.
I think of her as someone separate from me my solace my pretend celtic design tattoos of creativity.
We often sit together sipping tea seeking magic faries and mermaids color pages.
We keep leaves in our pockets and baby roses at our table.
And yet...
my damsel is sometimes in distress drawings of scorpions those grim reaper drawings haunt us both.
Sometimes I think of her alone worried regretting...
always cold lonely fearful growing older not pretty anymore abandoned by creativity ignored insignificant inadequate seeking out, but not finding validation never measuring up still struggling despite her efforts to achieve sitting on the side of the road with a cup.
Ahh yes my Lily of drama! Lily is all the things I fear and more.
So that I might have compassion for the Lily 'in me', I think of Lily...
her fears and try to cheer her up! What are friends for? She does not need to feel so alone I am here to help her.
I try to remind her, that yes! It IS possible to stand inside a rainbow that leaves on trees and baby roses are tokens that she is worthy of my friendship.
And I sing songs to her with lyrics that say she is capable and can overcome the things she frets about.
Oft times we care for others more than our our own selves and forget we exist at all.
I try to give Lily an out, a new road instead of the same road, that includes sadness or whatever I feel causes me or Lily to falter.
Thus I refer to Lily a lot in things I write, animated faery pictures I guess.
Sometimes Lily falls and I do too drawings of scorpions outshine the possibility of angels.
But...
the more I decide to love me back love Lily the warmer we both are.
Name your inner child too, humm? Offer that side of you a name and then embrace it step right 'inside' that rainbow.
Aloha from Lily...
and me.