Shedding

I actually wrote this 2 weeks ago but I couldn't make blogger work then...

Today I feel like a snake, shedding skin.

*Not a cold and unfeeling reptile. I actually rather like the sinuous feeling of handling live snakes – ehh—ok*

But expanding and quite vulnerable. Eying life anew.

Discarding another layer that is no longer necessary, a skin that once protected me and allowed me to move forward has outlived it’s usefulness.

I’ve been challenged again by my gorgeous human daughter.

Every relationship I have is colored by my sense of myself, which is colored by adoption.

So many judgments. I read and sort and forgive and grow and repeat.

So many layers of judgment.

So many attempts to disguise myself.

Oh, I’m really ok.

Really.

And slither off under a rock.

And shed.
And look at life with fresh eyes.