Journal Page (a Throwback)

Hi everyone.
Thanks for coming by to take a peek....

I'm here to share another journal page with you all.  This is one of the very first pages that I ever journaled. 

Flashback....
In 1977, when I was 14 years old, my sister made me read the book I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by the great Maya Angelou. Basically, the story is an autobiography and also a piece of literature.  And after I finished reading it, she made me write a short essay on what the story was about and to tell her the answer to the question.  I remember that when I read the book, I was angry, sad, confused, empathetic, and then brave.  I remember that when I answered the question, my sister smiled at me, hugged me, and then walked away.  I never really understood what that part was about, and never asked.  But I did figure that I must've answered the question correctly.  

Anyway, here it is

notice anything about the bird?

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps

on the back of the wind

and floats downstream

till the current ends

and dips his wings

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings

with fearful trill

of the things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill 

for the caged bird

sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze

an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn

and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom. 

Maya Angelou

Sometimes we hold ourselves back from the things that we want. More importantly - need. It's not always someone else, or something else.  It's usually our own fears, our own insecurities, money, sometimes just not enough confidence in ourselves.  Sometimes things happen to us; over and over again and we don't know what to do, or how to handle the situation. I personally go back and forth, fighting with myself over things that I want but don't know how to go for.  Struggling to let go of things that hinder me.  Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose.  Most times, I come to realize that "it's just not my time," and I turn it over to God.  He who can move mountains....

Thanks for joining me on my little throwback into my nostalgia.  It brought me to happy tears thinking back into that little piece of sisterly love that she probably doesn't even remember.  But I do.

Hugs+Kisses

Renee