Becoming Real

I’m treading unchartered territory here.  For the next two weeks I am going to take a few minutes each day to “set”  my steppingstones on Prologue Path (if you will)  as I navigate this excursion up Joyful Marriage Boulevard. I’m calling it the Peasant Princess Project, since most of the reflections are coming from a sermon series by that title.

I’m not necessarily sharing this for the express purpose of anyone else’s benefit, although with writing that tends to often be a byproduct.   I do always keep half an eye cocked toward my blog as an investment of revelation for my children’s sake.  If they ever lose me, they can come and discover my heart here. Ultimately, in this instance I suppose my primary motives, as always, are to be blessed in the process and to  face up publicly to what I’m facing privately.  I think it brings a weight and reality to things that otherwise can remain mental ideals and emotional aspirations that never find physical feet and wings.  As Jenni would say…. it’s part of this process of “becoming real”.  And as the Skin Horse so wisely said;

“Real isn’t how you are made.  It’s a thing that happens to you.”

“Does it hurt?”  asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,”  said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful.  “But when you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,”  he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse.  “You become.  It takes a long time.  That’s why it doesn’t happen to people who break easily, or who have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.  Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been rubbed off, and your eyes drop out, and you get loose in the joints and very shabby.  But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

The Velveteen Rabbit.