I have been meaning to post for some time now a writing that came to me when I was 15. It was around 3am and I woke up, barely, reached for the pen and paper I had by my bed and started scribbling at such a rate I am still surprised I can read the words.
I knew what came out that early morning writing frenzy was a combination of my 15 year old experience channelled with some spirit automatic writing assistance. I also knew I needed to share the words. Maybe not with my high school English teacher (who never did comment on what he read that day), or the crowd of girls in the toilets of the violent femmes concert that weekend.
So now, many years later and many nudges from the universe I will share. (Please note this was my 15 year old interpretation so ..... ;-)
(p.s I mean no offence to any school that may be harmed in the reading of this, it was simply the symbol of a model of way of being that I was enduring at that time)
School is societies solution to keeping the most inspired time of our life, learning new and different ways, values and beliefs, and smothering them until we forget our true spirit way and accept their way.
So now, Many years later, I have to say to my 15 year old me - Thank you. I'm sorry I almost forgot. But Thank You Wise Girl.