one of my favorite poems by Rumi, and included in a recent blog post by Patricia Baldwin Seggebruch. I have a piece of artwork with this quote included in the collage. but i turned it in my hand this morning, letting the sunlight sparkle through it…unfold your own myth. a myth is a magical, yet usually untrue, story we tell. so, "my own myth" would be a story i've told myself…the beginning of that line of the poem is "Don't be satisfied with stories, how things have gone for others, unfold your own myth." I always looked at that as meaning that i shouldn't sit on the sidelines watching others' success - that i should leap up and make my own. that's true. but another way of looking at it is: unfold, get rid of, the untrue stories you tell yourself…you can't because…or, i am such-and-such - too fat, too old, too slow, too whatever or not enough whatever.
you are. you are you. and you were made that way for a reason. unfold your myth…the tight little wad of paper that has your failings on it…unfold it and float it off somewhere, or burn it in a blazing bonfire. but whatever YOUR myth is, unfold it. like an origami dragon, you'll see it's just a piece of paper.
then write the new story of the new myth on that piece of dragon paper.
don't be satisfied when someone says the water is too cold - someone else's myth - someone else's bad experience - someone else's journey… unfold your own.
now i'm off to visit a Rock Fairy and will be MIA for a week. enjoy your new myth. i'll be watching...