Lately I awaken, the dream remnants lingering cast like a veil over form. An unanswered question hovers. Pushed aside, betrayed; shame surfaces. The frightened young woman deep within whispers, I must be flawed, something is wrong with me. The adult reasons, Perhaps not. Perhaps it was as simple as you didn’t fit in anymore.
I am his daughter, patiently holding silences. Chosen memories safe, I snug the precious moments, choosing to believe magical qualities endure. Perhaps not, perhaps fooled into believing an illusion of love.
I want to let him go; there are moments I turn and face the skies, a silent scream of anger for one who betrayed. Believing words that ring hollow. Never an illusion the memories stay, resurfacing at the moment between something to believe in and nothing. The unanswered question remains.
It is hard to trust. Pausing to view the world, once I ran to greet it, cautious now. Someone said,
“Find a way to let it go.”
When I find that way, it will be final. The world will darken a shade as I face the truth.
A hardened heart will alter. So you see, I hold on to him, cherish what I knew, all for a belief in love; I loved him so.
The recently released Maleficent retells the classic fairytale, Sleeping Beauty, with a twist. The viewer gets to follow Maleficent’s point of view, step inside her complex mind and once tender heart to watch as she shows the events leading up to evil darkness. It is my all time favourite fairytale.
In the beginning we see a joyful, spritely Maleficent, Princess and Protector of the Fairyland Moors, joyously winging throughout her kingdom. True to fairytale fashion, along trots a charming Prince. Maleficent possesses human qualities; she possesses an affectionate heart that she entrusts to a flawed Prince, a charming yet disconcerting combination of assets.
The pivotal, foreboding moment is the scene where the vulnerable Maleficent awakens upon the forest floor to discover her coveted dark wings cut off by the hand of the Prince, a man she loved. As her fingertips reach up to stroke the stump of a feathery soft wing, the reader senses impending doom. Betrayed, a haunting scream echoes throughout the moor, sending forth shivers of angst throughout the kingdom and beyond.
- Betrayal is the breaking or violation of a presumptive contract, trust, or confidence that produces moral and psychological conflict within a relationship amongst individuals, between organizations or between individuals and organizations.
- Betrayal – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemies; it comes from those you love. There are degrees of betrayal, small slip ups to ever-increasing pulsations of anger, jealousy and rage. Greed is the deadliest betrayal and unfortunately too common a reason for a despairing action. Evil takes hold of mind and heart.
Of course light must trump darkness. Maleficent’s heart softens by a raven’s loyal friendship and enduring love from the child she betrayed at birth. There is madness. Our imprisoned Prince can’t escape the voices of his conscience or his yearning heart’s desire for Maleficent. Alas, the crown has tipped; it won’t be happily resolved for our doomed Prince.
As true to fairy tales, there is a happy ending.
Lana Del Ray’s hauntingly beautiful lyrics, “Once Upon a Dream”
We learn from fairy tales about good and evil, of how choice, especially greed affects another. We can choose to live from the heart.
~ I know, I know. Stereotypes must stop; in life Princesses betray Princes. Hollywood are you listening?
You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.
Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.
We pass on the forested trail.
“Good morning.” She doesn’t look; a letter tumbles.
“Wait!” She runs on.
The clearing reveals a meadow’s rapture. Winter’s veil lifts.
Lily of the Valley rings a massive stone, the granite hollowed. Dampness chills. Someone else before.
Unfolding the letter I read,
Her words written on an email~ I had a strange dream last night. Tell me more, I wrote back. These are her words.
I was sitting on a beach, tracing shapes into sand, watching as the grains shifted, the sand bits refusing to stay put, rearranging themselves, she wrote. A man came into view. He looked to be in his early seventies and was wearing a navy cloth baseball style jacket; the same style that he used to wear. Do your remember that jacket, Grace? The man stood and watched, met my stare. I saw compassion in his weary eyes. The man did not speak, merely stood in front of me. It was surreal, as if time had stopped.
There were no words exchanged between us, no need to check the reasons, expose the painful events and emotions that tore us apart. There were no scores to settle. We simply met on a beach and faced one another. Then he turned and walked away toward the sun’s rise.
Dad came to say, “good-bye” to me. He waited twenty years.
Some days I wish for do over moments in life, a pause button that we press, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. Do overs are fleeting and we often miss them. It bewilders me when I hear of family discord, cruelty, and neglect. “What’s done is done,” “Leave the past in the past,” or even, “Who cares?” With matters of the heart, it can be difficult to accept those unhelpful words, impossible to reconcile the loss. That’s betrayal’s legacy, deep loss. The world continues turning, we move forward, busy, preoccupied, until in time we find ourselves pausing, searching for answers. A fleeting do over moment, a chance to say what we need to say or do what we need to do.
If only we could empathize with another in that moment, appreciate the point of view, feel the sadness, experience the pain. If we could sit on our anger, appreciate that words wound. Quick to judge another, we assume we know the reasons why as we point fingers to blame. The other is our enemy. We are satisfied with ourselves, we shut the door.
Could we listen to the inner voice that whispers~ Be kind? Could we comfort the saddened soul, connect to their sorrow? It is easier to blame. We allow betrayal to cut deep and we mock. The wound festering until the truth is revealed when we eventually meet face to face. A do over moment, opportunities provided by the universe to set our souls to right.
Look into my eyes. I am your sister, your friend, your neighbour. I am your mother, your grandmother, a member of your community. I am your daughter. We are all family.
Don’t waste an opportunity to extend a hand, offer a kind word, listen to a voice. Through loving kindness we can heal. Simple true words. Connect to another in that precious do over moment.