Jo of Pixie Moon – Fly

FLY

Sometimes we sink so low that we feel that we cannot see any light, but it is our judgement of ourselves that is clouding our vision. I have been there many times over my life, somehow I have managed to survive, and after all I am here aren’t I?

Think of our illness (whatever it may be) as a beautiful bird with a broken wing.

This bird is scared because it cannot FLY with a broken wing; it is going through so much pain, wishing for things to get better, if only’s arise, feelings of being alone, feelings of worthlessness.

Now if we were to give a quick fix and send it back into the world, the bird will always have trouble flying, and no doubt it would break again and again, more painful as the last. It would grow weaker as time goes by until it cannot or will not use its wing again.

If we were to fix it properly, giving it love, support, nurturing, all things everyone needs, giving it time for the wounds to heal, we would find that the bird would be stronger, and would FLY to greater heights than ever before.

We are all that bird, broken and injured just waiting to be healed.

The bird will always know about the broken wing, but what’s more important is that the bird has learned to tolerate it. The wing is not without it’s problems but the wing is stronger because it took time and nurturing to heal.

We could go either way, which option would you choose?

The wing that is fixed quickly not really healed and ends up worse that it was in the first place?

Or the wing that is nurtured, supported and taken time-no matter how long-so it can FLY so much further than ever before?

I know the wing I would want.

Everyone has choices. For me personally, I will take as long as I need so I can be supported, nurtured so that one day I WILL be able to…

FLY

© PixieMoon 2010

Artist: PixieMoon

Name of Piece: Fly

About the Piece: Fly is about having broken wings, but having the strength to go on, no matter what.

About the Artist: Self taught, in all levels!

My artistic field has been around since I was a kid, dabbling in all sorts for decades, starting with abstract arts, and prose.

I have never had any formal training in anything I have done or do, I love the fact I am completely self taught, so it is a challenge and a experience everything I gain and learn!

As for the pain front, I am 37 years old, and I was born with Fibromyalgia, I was shipped back and forth to doctors, and specialists as a child, with the same old reason coming back, it was growing pains. It wasn’t until I was 19 years old, that I was finally diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, and not after numerous diagnoses and wrong treatments! I used to call my pains, *mini arthritis* as a kid, and teen, I was far from the truth, I knew there was something wrong.

So now, 37 years later I still suffer, varying in degrees, some days worse than others. But you survive. And no one knows your body, better than yourself. I know when I have done too much, and what I need to do. It is a hard slog, but it certainly not a death sentence, unless that person chooses it to be.