soul fire

never call the kettle black it shines inside and out needs a polish now and then perspective insight and action miracles and blessings happen when the time is right and the privilege is granted therefore I dived into the cauldron a baptism of fire so to feel and the magic potion sizzled cold blisters of angst and resentments vanished meta-morphed into the light an inventory thorough cleaning of the house that is my Self a ruin of sorts it had been rubble carnage wreckage and I could not choose the colour of my rescue boat the size or model of the life preserver it would not have done to plaster over the cracks in the pot I could no longer attribute fault reason or blame to others it had to become an inside job instead an act of desperation and gift of recovery no one pushed me when I took the plunge I forgave yet did not ask for forgiveness became able to love and allow to be loved today I swim with hot passion once more accept the good with the bad found peace and moments of serenity enjoy enchantment and gratitude no witch craft at all but a fairy tale story narrated by a cauldron of magical proportions