Royals notorious for their inability to perform basic functions, often have trouble walking unescorted. Cecilia Joanna Louisa-Marie Katrinanna Patrice prided herself in her independence. Unlike her mother or brother, she could brush her own hair, wash her slender hands and slip on her shoes if dire circumstances warranted. Kat was well read with a genius for artful conversation, being more witty than coy, and engaging attention just a shade below flirting.
Unfortunately such skills were lost in the wild marshy land. She softly trilled for a fairy godmother, looked for an impish trickster, stamped her foot in a puddle wondering if her foolhardy brother was playing one of his ill thought pranks. The morning waxed to the humid heat to afternoon waning to the cooling breezes of evening as Kat wandered with an increasing sense of helplessness and dismay.
No ladies in waiting, no servants, no silver pitcher chilled with delectable water. If food wandered through her thoughts her stomache rumbled in a most unladylike manner with drool seeping out the corner of her mouth.
I need to think about that one for a few. Maybe I'm too blonde tonight.
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M 19 years, MC for 8 months, DB'd for 8 months 4 kids; 18, 15, 14, & 10 I was never meant to be a doormat. It took me years of therapy to become assertive enough to stop his abuse.
...and after being a sleep for oh so long the Sleeping Beauty was awakened by the sweet kiss from the Handsom Prince...
One does not need the kiss of a Prince to be awakened to ones future only the inner ability to arouse oneself to accept ones outcome...
The fairytale step-daughter truly didn't need the Fairy God-mother nor the Prince to put on the glass slipper she only needed that one fleeting moment in the mirror to see that she can put it on and truly be herself...
Curious by nature Kat often sought the company of scholars, and those well traveled. With rapt attention she absorbed what was shared, the mundane happenings of the world as exotic to her senses as her life was to others. A wonderful novelty of being that she'd ponder in her pampered life.
As she found herself stuck in the bog, she tried thinking back to the stories told, of what berries were good, what water to avoid, how to seek shelter. With more failure than success Kat worked on surviving life in the swamp. Her cloak became her blanket, her bed, her protection from the rain. Petticoats ripped served as bandages, a large swath wrapped around her growing scavenged possessions creating a bundle.
As time passed she became adept at navigating the bog. Starting fires, finding shelter, eating what she could find became the norm. The lavish life of the castle where her every whim was indulged seemed like a fairy tale. Some nights under the stars she'd awaken, remembering a dream that was so real she was licking her finger to savor the delicacy that melted in her mouth. The music and laughter was replaced by the sounds of crickets and slow breeze wafting through the leaves.
What a beautiful experience that life once was. Every need met, but at what price she'd ponder when her stomach was full. During meager times she'd bewail her fate wondering how much longer she was expected manage in such a foreign unforgiving land.
Days turned to weeks leading to months. Her court clothes were long gone. What was sturdy replaced what was delicate. She walked with an awareness of what she had to do. The delicate creature of whimsy was transformed to a woman grudgingly capable of meeting her needs. At lonely, miserable times she'd mourn the luxuries, what she wanted or missed from her previous life.
Happiness is learned. Happiness is like your shadow. It is beside you without you even knowing it. Happiness cannot be found, it is felt. Happiness, contentment comes from acceptance, clearing the cobwebs and clutter. What were once basic necessities of her privileged life became survive impediments to living.
She wondered if she'd ever go back to that life if given a chance. It was easy, the gilding golden. At what price is freedom, at what price is expression, at what price is knowing the feel of the ground beneath your feet? What is the security of privilege if you are all alone and dependent on others?
Kat hated the bog, peeved that fate had dumped her in a harsher environment. She took comfort in learning to survive. Though she sloshed, tripped and was occasionally stuck in the thick mud, Kat kept searching for a way out.
In time she found the ground grew firmer, the breeze beautifully scented. She found herself in a new land. Kat was dirty, filthy with scraps and scratches, looking more like a beggar than her former beauty. A hot house delicate blossom replaced by a hardy flower she started her new path, knowing what she needed to fully live.
I've been overwhelmed and withdrawn. When Ms. Imp suggested just writing anything I tried working with images of a princess and a bog.. typing however my mind wandered or mangled.
It didn't start out to be anything, but as I wrote thoughts of what is sacrificed to maintain a life. I still have tremendous trouble thinking of the family splintered, no longer knowing this man who had been the center of my life. But life in a bog forces growth even through wallowing.
At what price do you trade security for living. How does a caged creature learn freedom? I helped make the cage I lived in often crouching in insecurity and fear. Now I get to walk without its boundaries. I just have to learn that me doing it, taking responsibility as my own, on my own is a good thing.
Thank you so much for giving us this to chew on and savor today...
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thoughts of what is sacrificed to maintain a life. I still have tremendous trouble thinking of the family splintered, no longer knowing this man who had been the center of my life. But life in a bog forces growth even through wallowing.
At what price do you trade security for living. How does a caged creature learn freedom? I helped make the cage I lived in often crouching in insecurity and fear. Now I get to walk without its boundaries. I just have to learn that me doing it, taking responsibility as my own, on my own is a good thing.
I'm struggling with myself right now, and this was so important for me to see this morning.
