The Deep

fairy tale

 

A very wise friend of mine, Maria Bird, held a workshop and ritual some time ago. (She is a hypnotist, meditator, life coach and healer.  Here is her website!) She encouraged participants to write a fairy tale of their own personal stories. Or the parts of their stories with which they struggled. She and I had discussed many times the idea that the traditional fairy tales, whether they be scary or romantic, tragic or fun, all have a way of reaching past our upper mind, right to the unconscious…the part of us that motivates and promotes change. Her idea was that, if we could all change the most traumatic parts of our lives into children’s fairy tales, then it would assist us in working through the emotions and to incorporate the very valuable lessons learned, without shame, without beating ourselves up. It’s a wonderful idea, and I’m grateful to her for that beautiful evening she spent giving her wisdom and love to several women who participated.  This exercise showcased perfectly what I have always felt about the dark parts of ourselves.  The light cannot exist without them, not in any real and lasting way.  We must embrace that which frightens us about ourselves, not just tolerate it, not just acknowledge it, but embrace and love it as part of the beautiful beings that we are.  In that way we become whole.

Here is my fairy-tale. It came out in a poem. The style seems to me to be a cross between Edgar Allen Poe and Dr. Seuss, two of my favorites, but here it is, one of the darkest times in my life, in fairytale form. It is called…

dark pit

 

The Deep

Little Penelope Pickering Prim;

Would always smile; always grin;

You see, as she grew, she was taught by her dad;

That one must never, Ever be sad!

Little Penelope would always keep;

From falling down into that dark Deep!

Danger”, said Daddy, “is down in that Deep!

Don’t ever dare dive, down where things creep!”

The Deep doesn’t Dream

The Deep doesn’t Do

The Deep’s only job – is to rob you of YOU!

Daddy’s “Do Not’s” quite frightened Miss Prim;

How does one keep from the Deep?” she asked him.

penelope

Sadness and sorrow will drag you down there.

The second you sense the slight sting of despair;

Stop it that instant! And think something Fair!”

The Deep doesn’t Dream

The Deep doesn’t Do

The Deep’s only job – is to rob you of YOU!

Felicity Fast was her Father’s Advice;

To keep from falling, down deep where there’s ice.

Penelope pondered, “Happiness then,

Is how to avoid that dark, creepy den!”

So EVER she tried to stay bright and cheery;

For fear she’d be taken by that Deep, dreary!

dark cave eyes

The Deep doesn’t Dream

The Deep doesn’t Do

The Deep’s only job – is to rob you of YOU!

So little Penelope Pickering Prim;

Went on with her life, avoiding the grim.

Her Happiness Hobby, she called this endeavor;

To always stay cheery, however, wherever!

All joyful things, Miss Prim would collect;

From bright colored clothing – to the perkiest pets!

Happy ever after” ended all of her books!

And even her friends all held happy looks!

penelopes things perky pethappy friends

The Building of Bliss; The Making of Mirth;

Were, to Penelope, so full of worth!

The Deep doesn’t Dream

The Deep doesn’t Do

The Deep’s only job – is to rob you of YOU!

And what better way to cultivate joy;

Than that beautiful day when she fell for a boy;

Love is the answer! Happiness to keep!

This is the Cure for that dreaded Deep!

girl in love

So Penelope loved and loved so fair;

That joy and laughter filled the air!

She loved that dear darling who brought her such glee!

Until that dark day when that boy did flee.

The Deep doesn’t Dream

The Deep doesn’t Do

The Deep’s only job – is to rob you of YOU!

Penelope’s plan was a failure it seemed;

In all her heaped happiness – she never dreamed!

That the very thing that brought her such joy;

Could crash her down into that dark dreary void!

And down she did dive – down into that well;

In darkness and sadness and sorrow she’d dwell;

Her collection of happy bright colorful things;

Did nothing to stop her; did not give her wings.

All of those beautiful things out there;

Were no match at all for this kind of despair.

down into dark

The Deep doesn’t Dream

The Deep doesn’t Do

The Deep’s only job – is to rob you of YOU!”

Penelope sank down deeper than deep;

Inside the darkness – her smile to sleep.

No longer resisting the pull of this dark;

She let herself fall – losing her spark.

No longer able her elation to keep;

Miss Prim had surrendered to the vast endless Deep;

The Deep doesn’t Dream

The Deep doesn’t Do

The Deep’s only job – is to rob you of YOU!

Her tears drenched her soul, her wails ringing out;

Her sad cries of “Why?” echoed throughout.

Why was I denied this love I SO Wanted??”

By this question, Miss Prim was terribly haunted.

Long did she stay in the grip of the Deep;

Long did she linger – longing for sleep.

The Deep doesn’t Dream

The Deep doesn’t Do

The Deep’s only job – is to rob you of YOU!

Till one day Penelope Pickering Prim;

Having lost her fear of the dark and the grim;

Looked all ‘round this dread place called Deep

To see all those things she was warned did creep.

Darkness and dim, little light did shine;

But a little she could see… a little at a time.

Some creeping she heard at the edge of the light;

Some breathe of foulness, just out of sight.

monsters in the dark

The Deep doesn’t Dream

The Deep doesn’t Do

The Deep’s only job – is to rob you of YOU!

Miss Prim then gathered her courage to stand;

And stood there, just looking, then reached out a hand.

Her fingers touched something so smooth and so cool;

She moved closer to it – so not to be fooled;

Glass was this feeling – large flat and straight;

She stood there before it to patiently wait;

mirror

When her eyes were adjusted and light came at last;

She saw her reflection in this great dark glass.

She looked in those eyes so hollow and sad;

And once again asked that question she had;

Why was that love I wanted so bad;

Taken from me? It took all I had!!”

The Deep doesn’t Dream

The Deep doesn’t Do

The Deep’s only job – is to rob you of YOU!

Through tears she could see a change in the glass.

Her image grew radiant, bright at last.

A smile of serenity graced those lips.

The answer that vision gave was just this:

All of those things of happiness bright;

All joyful possessions out there;

Were not what you needed to keep you in light;

For one day we ALL are laid bare.”

To the heart she pointed, the smile never waning;

As this beauty of brilliance went on explaining.

It’s here that your light exists – always has!

It’s here where your sought Love resides.

Within you, Miss Prim, are treasures that last;

At your center – where ALL love abides.”

And the moment the finger touched her heart;

Penelope gasped with a twitch and a start!

A bright point of light sparkled brilliantly there;

Then flourished to fill her whole everywhere!

beauty mirror

PureLight

This light held a feeling, down deep in her soul;

That feeling was Love – vast and old.

It filled her whole being – drying her tears;

Then lighted the place she had been in for years.

No dark dreary cave did that brightness Light;

But her very own home; all tidy and right!

Penelope wondered, “How can this be?

All along the darkness was inside of me?”

The dark glass reflection then spoke one more time;

It is true I am yours and you, dear, are mine;

You’ve found your way to the darkness and back;

And now Penelope, there is nothing you lack.”

The Deep doesn’t Dream

The Deep doesn’t Do

The Deep’s only job – is to bring you to YOU!”

penelope whole

 

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