Hero’s or thoughts of a mad housewife…you decide
For her its not a battle for power and glory, more a stance to protect the vulnerable voice thats not being heard, ignored, lost, left feeling invisible and at risk of exploitation. The woman knows the ground so well, the same battlefield, surrendering so often in the name of peace, yet left feeling defeated and only too well aware of the emotional casualties, the stagnation, the lack of growth, the hanging on in there for the hope of change. Some wait all their lives, as the song says a train arrives and never leaves, and some keep that last remant of fuel…the flicker of light in the darkness that provides the energy, the courage to get up and leave under their own steam, at times coming out of their ears and baring their teeth……….DONT GET IN MY WAY!!!!!! IVE HAD IT WITH MY OWN SELF DELUSION.
Search for the hero inside yourself the song rings out, we all need heros they say, someone we can look up to. I think that even as a child I struggled and grappled with this. Where most girls spoke of their knights in shining armour, something deep inside wanted so to speak about my gypsy boy and tell them that somehow they had got it wrong, now I see we were just different, and thats OK. I didnt like the image of the maiden in the tower waiting for her prince to come and rescue her somehow? I didnt and never want to be in the tower waiting, I wanted and still do, want independance, standing on my own two feet with someone to share, show and search with.
My hero who came, as if magic, from a place way deep down inside myself was different, when he was there everything was ok somehow, and that was also his message to me, when things were too much for me to understand and I just wanted to hide in the shadows and not be in a place that felt helpless and hopeless. His was the voice that kept telling me that one day it would be OK.
In my minds eye, in the moments of solitude I imagined him stretch out his hand and say come!!! and we would go ride in the wilds happy and free, even writing this brings a smile to my face………….Gosh, what would a psychiatrist say to that, escapism, denial, longing for freedom from responsibility. WELL HELL YES!!!!!!WHY NOT!!!!! Even if its only in my mind, the escape hatch of imagination that can bring respite, refreshment, recuperation, rest and renewed hope that things will be OK, after all the realities will still be there tommorrow!!! will they not?, and as an adult I must deal with them.
Its not that many years ago, shortly after leaving a psychologically abusive marraige that I had a serious talk with myself, Now Audrey, this gyspy boy? , Doesn’t he belong to the days of childhood, when it was ok to believe in such hero figures or secret friends,……. isnt it time you let go?, time to grow up and stop imagining such things, stop going back to that image when the proverbial Shit hits the fan?????
Well the answer was Yes!!! Things had changed, I had grown, deepened, stretched and widened, sat with my life in my hands and examined it, from all angles and with a gentle friend, exploring, deciding what could stay, what was authentic, and what was born of my misconception, misunderstanding and misfortune to experience, and I did for a while make a decision to forget him and grow up.
But sadly I failed. I missed my imaginary friend too much, the gift of my soul, and he is back (hangs head) but in my defense, should psychiatry decide I am not all there, how could one abandon such a friend and gift, when he saw me through so much and accompanied me on my journey, never leaving me in times of trouble, always there, the quiet, still voice spiralling through the thick fog, softly repeating, it will be OK,…. come take my hand and escape the madness for a short while. Everything has its time, everything passes, things change, but some things last, dont lose their power, their potency for raising one up, out and above if only for a short while.
Well thats my excuse and Im sticking to it………The gyspy boy stays, the cr*p goes and If it aint broke dont fix it!!!!!!!!!
