When I was 12 my mother and father separated. One day my father brought me to the 401 flee market in Barrie Ontario where I found this guy.
(Awesome flee market if you’re ever in the area)
Not very long after my mom got together with her new boyfriend we packed up and left everything behind to move to a new province.
Equipped with only a small backpack ~ My brother and I decided we would bring our most prized possessions: Nintendo64 , Pokemon Cards and this guy who I ended up naming “Chubi”.
~☆~
Fantasy became my catalyst to heal through these many sudden changes.
Finding the silver lining to the situation:
I was often bullied for my love of “childish things” growing up, but now as a mom I'm so grateful that I can make my children's lives more magical by my involvement and awareness of these things.
Despite the sadness of leaving everything behind
(and I mean everything)
I chose to accept what changes were heading my way and became excited to discover what else this life may have to offer in other areas of Canada.
~*~
As adults our choices and actions have such an impact on our children.
It is our responsibility to remember this past so that we can apply our knowledge of the inner world/outer world to our reality.
This was one of many minor moments of trauma in my teenage years ~ and its this lesson I hope to share: Why by our will we can find ways to heal ourselves instead of becoming victim's to illness.
Our culture is naive to many ancient teachings observed in other cultures.
What we suppress stays with us forever, unless we by will ~ Release it~
What we do not forgive and heal still lives within us and transforms us.
Fantasy can be a healing tool from a harsh reality.
- Keirani
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