Show me the way

 Or how about this? Show me A way.  I have my own ways of doing things. Some of my ways are very different than other's. As you open to the possibilities the ways show you. The 12 o'clock hour  is different than the 3 o'clock hour. Both legit. December is different than May, still both legit. A 4 year old is different than a 16 year old. I used to make others insecure when I would show them my ways. It has become more understood now. I used to be called the witch doctor, or the voodoo queen. It was not meant to support my way, it was to point me back around to those who fear and tried to keep me in the way they lived. It was a threat of loss. It took some getting used to. I went my own way.  I have hope. There are those without hope. There are those without faith. My way is about the love of those choices. Look around for choices of hope, choices of growth, and expansion. I am that I am all that I can be - loved, guided and guarded. The showing of those now is for the courageous, and those ready to be well. See you in the barn, where horses heal in a wonderful way.