I didn’t have much time this week to write anything significant really… But a thought came to me and so this is what I will share this time.
A Short Thought
One of the things that Tera ponders—and it probably is something that she should have let go of quite some time ago—is the question of why some cannot accept that she is who she is.
The question that arises more often than any other when someone sees her horns and tail is what she might want from them. They question that she can speak the truth at all, though she always does. They question how she can be good, given the obvious—at least to them—signs that she should not be so.
But then, those who see her horns and tail generally miss the halo and wings. They cannot accept, and for this they are the poorer; she is exactly who she appears to be. They are sure that the bemused smile, the sparkling green eyes, the loveliness she offers is shading something darker. But it isn’t: her smile is real; her love, when it is accepted, is for always. There is no hidden agenda with her. What she offers is not what she desires or wills to be: it is what they in themselves have to desire, to hold, to wish for, and, sometimes, to keep.
The question—the one that really matters and, it seems, at least to Tera, the one that so many are never quite able to ask themselves—is one that she asked herself so very long ago …
Who am I?
For Tera, as for most of us, that question was one that took her more time than any other to answer. It is, after all, a difficult thing to look into one’s own soul, one’s own existence and being, to understand one’s self.
It took more than Tera herself to work that out.
It was her Eternal who showed her that there was someone for her.
It was her Heart who showed her that within herself was something more than she could see in herself or truly admit to be.
It was her Love giving her the means to truly love in ways that she had never been able to before.
It was her Song who told of the things that she could only imagine and dream of, wanting to be true.
It was her family, everyone one of them, who showed her that the questions she asked about herself were also the questions they asked about themselves. Each and every one of them.
But the thing was—and this was the point that mattered most of all—it wasn’t just one thing or one part of her life that opened her eyes. She had to learn that she was more and could be more still if she had the will and desire to do so. That was what turned the page for her and opened a world that had only been a vague thought before.
And that … that understanding is what she tries to bring to others …
… if they can see it in themselves (which must come first) …
… if they can see it in her …
And sometimes it isn’t if, but when …