Hello everybody, welcome to June! How are you? Well I hope and champing at the bit to get into another weekend. So, without further ado, as I promised you last week, I’m back today to properly introduce you to the project I have been working on behind the scenes. She has set out the tea things and, although quite shy, she is ready to say hello. There’s a little video here if you would like to see her in action. Sound on please…
Her name is Matilda Beecroft, ‘Tilly’, this is her tale…
Tilly stood in front of the mirror, cautiously unfolding. It had been years since she’d looked upon them, those delicate yet powerful wings. For too long, they had remained hunched, crumpled and hidden away beneath her cardigan. Slowly, she stretched. Every tiny bone in them ached; a dull and familiar ache that seemed to disappear under the weight of itself. Until she thought about it and then, with the thought, the pain returned. As she stretched further, she inspected her reflection, her once gauzy wings had been tattered and scorched by the loving iron of conformity.
What had happened to that little creature who, once, had soared above the clouds, dreaming her dreams, songing her songs? She’d stumbled and crashed to the ground with a heavy thud. That’s what.
She could no longer remember how many times she had hidden her true self, and instead, morphed into whatever it was that whomever needed her to be. All this time, she’d put others first, at any and her own expense and afforded comfort to strangers by playing the role of clown. She’d filed her own needs and desires under ‘Access Denied’ and in so doing, had lost herself. No wonder her wings ached. Who was she now? Where was she? Enquiring eyes looked back at her and waited for answers.
Tilly sighed and began putting her cardigan back on. Then she stopped. Dropping the cardigan, she looked squarely at the mirror and faced herself. No. Wing healing could not, would not wait; it had to begin immediately…
