My years of becoming have been more an unburying of the time-capsule that is me. Digging up all of my best parts, dreams, and beliefs. Unboxing them and marveling at the discovery.
For some time, I’ve kept the memory tucked away safely but now, I’m ready to see.
Intention
Write your desire
Detailed
In the middle of the paper
With invisible ink
You must be clear in what you want
Grate the bar soap onto the paper
Resistance is a dirty traitor
And you will be cleansed
Top the soap off with a flower
Picked from the yard, preferred
It’s important to know the beauty has been here all along
Spritz your favorite perfume
Only we’re 11, at most
So spritz your favorite body spray
Your olfactory memory will call upon this moment, for a lifetime
When it does, answer
Every time
Every moment counts, we have no time for missed calls
And every dream that never comes true, is a missed call
You never answered
And I saw my grandmother die with so many
I don’t want that for you
So answer them all
And maybe it will be scary
You never know who, what, is on the other side
Can’t see to the string that connects all our lives
But you have to trust that it’s there, take it in stride
Now fold the paper in half, and again, and again, and again
A tiny pouch of soapy hope is what you’ll be left with
Now… put it in your mouth
And forgive me, I’m a little blurry on this one
Don’t know if this is a necessary step
Or my own penchant for sadistic fun
Justified by the notion that you’re demonstrating a willingness
To withstand the discomfort of shedding what must be released
So you can finally become
Now take it out of your mouth and bring it to the flame
Illuminate your words and in silence, burn them away
And over the years, maybe you’ll forget this day
Yet, it’s a pivotal moment in your personal history
Despite forgetting, one day you’ll be back in this driveway
Toes resting on the very burn mark that paved the way
You’ll be all teary-eyed, gratitude-filled, at a loss of what to say
Your dreams, your desires, filling the space
There, all along, waiting for you
To get out of your own way
You’ve set the intention
Now set the pace
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 