“of course we all know
is a mythical creature”
I was looking at her
when I said it. and the dark cloud of truth
shadowed her eyes.
She didn’t know!
a quiet gentle little girl
from the dark cajon swamps of Louisanna,
naive, alone, frightened and home sick.
somewhat overwhelmed by
the big world
she had never known
the big college
she couldn’t adjust to
and my class.
had just destroyed
her beautiful Illusion.
It hurt my heart.
It still hurts my heart.
One of my early theatre and Life mentors shared this poem at my request. His name is Clarence Strickland, and he is affectionally known by most in his world as “Strick.” He is an artist in many regards… sketches, paintings, poems, carvings, furniture, theatre sets, theatre direction, and sculpture in the lives he has helped shape as a teacher.
How many times do we recall a circumstance when we felt we had caused pain to another and thought, “and I…” fill in the blank with whatever wrong we might have felt we had done.
What if we were to complete the thought with, “and I… did the best I could manage to do with my given skills and awareness at the moment,” or “and I… was a gift in the journey of that person in ways I may never comprehend, just as they were a gift in mine.”
Regardless of circumstance, the young girl would eventually discover that unicorns are considered by most of the world to be mythical creatures. That she first heard the news from such a kind, compassionate man must have been a gift to her on a level, of which she might have never become aware.
I forgive myself for any moment I have been the catalyst for the loss of innocence for another, and I forgive those who I once felt had robbed me of my own innocence. What I have come to understand is that authentic innocence… the place within us that is pure Spirit… can never be touched our harmed by Life. There is a place within where innocence remains in tact.