I go out into the stormy day of rain, and hear her words swirl around my heart. It’s true, if I nurture the child within, that playful dolphin n’ me, then I’m off to a great start of possibilities. My imagination gets a kick-start to run wild again. Without the restraints of fear or hurt. In nurturing myself, I’m taking the control back into my own hands. Restoring my belief in innocence, in faith, in love, and most importantly, in the choices I make.
That baby dolphin n’ me needs to know I will care for it, and really, it’s my responsibility to do so. Sometimes, I feel scared that I won’t know how, and then that little voice says trust.
Trust me to show you, even when the seas are rough and the water’s murky.
I must… I will dry the tears in my eyes and try.
Choosing a supportive life… when I think about the choices a baby dolphin has in captivity, we humans have really nothing much to worry about. Except maybe, the choices we are making to help a baby dolphin go free, or helping another human’s life get better.
I’m happy to listen to the dolphin n’ me, that little voice that knows more than the mental chatter. More wisdom than words could ever describe.