For Wordless Wednesday.
For photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #140.
This is for the Daily Prompt: tame.
Not tame, though. We were out for a walk and heard a warning chatter. Up in the following tree, caught by the zoom.
For the Daily Prompt: bumble. I think this is a honeybee, not a bumble bee. I took this on the Mount Townsend hike. Lots of beautiful wildflowers but the bee thinks this dandelion is just dandy….
For the Daily Prompt: paper.
A friend said that he observed me for a long time before we got to know each other a little.
I asked what he observed. He said, “Thoughtful, deliberate and shy.”
I started laughing and said I am not shy. But….that is not true. I am guarded all the time with people. Even with him, still.
So what am I guarding and what is shy?
I have a little girl self that is very very shy. Hidden for a very long time. Now I have felt safe enough that she can play. I see her as playing in a wild place. Sun and a forest and a stream and a field. Sometimes it rains. She plays alone in the sun with rocks by the stream or runs in the field or climbs the trees.
I think many people have a small child hurt and hidden. I think it’s common. I think sometimes it’s so well hidden they can’t even reach it.
At any rate, my small child can’t be reached by any sort of force or intimidation. She could only be reached by gentleness. Another small child with daisies and even then, trust would take a long time. At first she would run away and hide. And I don’t think it will happen and I have given up, but I can still love her and protect her. And she is happy in her wild place, lonely sometimes, but happy.
Every time I see the pink soft romantic roses in my front yard I laugh, because those roses are for that little girl part, shy and romantic. She feels safe enough to have a fence and roses.
the photo is from my front yard and the rose is Betty Boop