Year of the Inner Goddess

May 2023 – Audio Version

I cannot collect my thoughts and have been staring at my computer for the past hour. Where to start? How do I share the tale of the best birthday of my life? How do I describe the weight of meaning behind every interaction? The last three birthdays have held surgery and heartbreak. I thought happy birthdays were not meant to be mine anymore. My tea with milk and sugar cools while gentle music dances around my front room as I attempt to lasso my runaway mind. 

 “Start with your toes being sucked!” Giggles my Inner Goddess. “No, no, start with the firehose paddle!” My Inner Goddess is euphoric; at her suggestions, my breath catches, and my skin tingles at the fond memories. Oh my, how to encapsulate my weekend in Olympus? How to adequately share the depth and breadth of my experience and the joy in my heart? There is almost too much to tell. My mind is in a fog. How could any of it have been real? Did even a single moment indeed happen? Each touch lingers, leaving me in a blur of euphoric bliss, with my eyes sealed back in rapture. 

Enough procrastinating. Journey with me to the peaks of Mount Olympus.

Blur…

I am in the arms of the Goddess Diana. Once more, the focus of her rapturous regard, my nervousness, and awkwardness superseded my Inner Goddess as I fumbled at Diana’s beauty. I cannot remember my blathering words as I tried to be seductive and cool, but once more, my Inner Goddess blushed and rubbed the bridge of her nose in exasperation. 

Undeterred by my words and the flaming blush deepening my cheeks, the Goddess bid me lay back on her bed. Diana supported her body over my form, her heavy breast inflaming my desire and yearning. Her curls brushed my cheeks as I tasted her lusty kisses. She had yet to touch any erogenous zones, yet I was already panting in anticipation. 

With the lithe movements of a panther, Diana moved seductively between my legs. Oh gods, here we were again, my soul thrust into the universe in pleasure. Diana moaned as she sought each orgasm from my goddess and pearl; her fingers and tongue swirled in perfect unison. My lungs were devoid of oxygen as my orgasms combined into one long rope. 

Diana paused, chuckling over my heaving whimpers as she rose to kiss me before returning her focus to my pearl. The Goddess repeated her gift once, twice, and then three times until I was left a sopping, quivering puddle of split atoms. My Inner Goddess floated high above me. 

“Have you,” my words came out in breathless gasps, “considered doing this professionally!?!?”

“What, pleasuring women?” Diana was laughing.

“YES!!” My enthusiastic response came out a little louder than I intended, but I meant it. More women must know the hidden treasure and skill of the Goddess Diana. 

Blur…

I am in the pool of Avernus. Though only clothed in a tiny noir bottom myself, I am still amazed at the comfortableness of those around me. In various forms of nakedness, gods and goddesses, kings, and queens casually converse in conversation around me. It was a beautiful sight to behold as the sun danced and flitted off the glistening flesh of those around me. 

I was bent over the pool’s edge, engaged in conversation with a god as he sat at the water’s edge, when birthday spankings were demanded from the crowd of onlookers. Not one to shirk tradition, I tilt to 90 degrees, wiggling my peaches in anticipation. A goddess swam closer. Her flaxen hair was radiant in the afternoon light as she instructed a god in the proper art and etiquette of a spanking. My fingers gripped the marble rock, my knuckles white as I tried to hold my body in a blend of tense yet loose readiness. 

The swats fell in unhurried repetition, each followed with a cooling hand of caressing aftercare. A healthy glow toasted my cheeks as my Inner Goddess savored the intensity. I mentally thanked the creator of birthday spankings for this salacious tradition.

Still, at 90 degrees, I felt fingers pull aside the slip of material, concealing my goddess to the side. Lips sucked at my pearl while soft hands gripped my hips for support. I began to orgasm at this stunning and highly public display. My body shook until the astounding goddess released me. I opened my eyes, gazing into the mischievous eyes of the goddess floating in the water between my legs. 

“Woooow…” Was all I could sputter as we both chuckled. The floating goddess, her hair streaming about her like a beguiling mermaid, repeated her brazen engrossment of my goddess between the swats from her fellow gods and goddesses. I could have left Olympus at that moment and considered it the best anniversary of my life, but there were still steamy adventures to be enjoyed. l just did not know it at the time. 

“Would you like to try this?” A tinkling voice whispered in my ear. 

Turning my head, I spied the twinkling eyes of a raven-haired Goddess holding a firehose paddle of impressive length between her outstretched hands. My face blanched at the sight. It had been years since a similar but much shorter paddle had scalded my cheeks. My mind quickly attempted to calculate the amount of damage possible from such a weapon. 

“STOP OVERTHINKING IT!!!” Shouted my overly eager Inner Goddess. “LET HER HIT US!!!!”

I nodded to the curvaceous goddess in response. “But start light!” I begged. My Inner Goddess might be ready for a wallop, and I can take a hit, but in the hands of this new divinity, my conscious mind wanted to take things cautiously. 

I had no cause for concern as the stunning goddess checked in, withdrawing after the first thump. I had barely felt anything. Encouraged by each response, the goddess pulled back, swinging the thick paddle in a wide arch to attack the thick meat of my buttocks with impressive precision. I moaned. My head alternated between tipping my nose to the bright sun above or resting my chin on my chest as I breathed through the sting. My Inner Goddess prized every single second as the spring breeze sighed over my nakedness. 

Smack, aftercare, smack went the goddess. I was utterly oblivious to the surrounding deities, focused on the armed goddess beside me and the floating goddess beneath me who teased my pearl as part of the aftercare. What incredible and gifted creatures are goddesses. I am continually in their debt for the zealous consideration and magnificent artistry over my body. 

Blur…

I am lying beside the Goddess Demeter. Our soft breath and the hum of the A/C are the only discernible noises. While not tired, I am the sort of sleepy who wants to remain buried in fluffy covers for the entire day. My stomach gives a tiny rumble of suggestion. The Goddess shifted closer. I could feel the delicious warmth of her body as she moved nearer. 

To my surprise, she began to kiss me. Not hesitant, shy kisses but warm ardent kisses. I was grateful to have been lying down as my entire body melted into jelly. Demeter pulled me close to her naked body, rising slightly above me as our legs tangled together. My Inner Goddess let out an audible moan. Demeter pressed her body closer, her kisses covering my lips as our tongues explored the sugar of our mouths. We moved together, yielding into the experience. Time smiled as she graciously dipped her head and bowed out of the room. 

On invitation, Hercules joined us as we made room on the broad bed. My heart began to race. My Inner Goddess was afraid to move and have the occasion end before it commenced. 

“Not a word.” Warned my Inner Goddess, knowing my propensity for awkwardness. “This is not a moment to stick your foot in your mouth!” My lips clamped shut at her remonstrations but were quickly parted as Demeter’s mouth sought my own. 

The Goddess took the lead in the beautiful and intimate juncture that followed, Hercules and I cautiously awaiting her wishes. It was a new experience for me. Usually, I try and take the lead with a goddess, making her my focus and her pleasure my main goal. Yet, this time, I found myself the center of attention. Demeter was exquisite as she initiated and instigated touches and caresses, enticing Hercules to join her.  

I lay between the gods in the fluffy covers, delighting in the yin and yang of the rough muscular strength on my left and the elegant silk on my right. My Inner Goddess and I were stunned into almost stillness as their hands covered my body in the softest of touches, their lips fluttering over every inch of my skin. I tried not to lose myself and return their delicious embraces. My hips curled into their bodies. Legs so tangled it was impossible to tell where one began and the other ended. Demeter spread my legs as she moved down my body.

“Oh my god, OH my god, OOHH MY GOD!” My Inner Goddess could not contain herself in the wake of the enthusiastic lips working our pearl. My fingers clenched around the pillow as my head pressed into Hercules’ broad chest. Demeter’s skillful lips not only took me to the edge but sent me over the brink of orgasmic wonder as my back arched and my legs trembled at her application. I gaped at her artful skill and energy. I have so much to learn about pleasuring a woman in comparison.

Demeter directed Hercules to take his turn at my pearl, and she moved back to my lips. Her wavy tresses cascaded and whispered over my body, heightening my senses. Thick fingers wrapped around the flesh of my thighs as Hercules did not hesitate in his ardent observations. Could this be my life? One god devoured me, his fingers working my hidden jewel while the goddess alternated between covering my groans in kisses and fondling my needy breasts. I did not have time to reflect anymore on this as my hips began to buck at the intensity of my combined orgasms. 

Hercules’ broad tongue turned to lapping, not just my goddess but EVERYWHERE! It felt incredible, so much I was almost afraid to indulge in the feeling. How could he possibly be enjoying his tongue’s application? Yet, his mouth never faltered but seemed to relish its exploration of my “everywhere.” Even my Inner Goddess was in shock as my hips were raised, one leg pressed to extend high, toes to the ceiling as Hercules’ mouth continued its wild exploration. 

Demeter’s fingers ran the length of my upstretched leg, light kisses trailing up to my ankles. My eyes popped as the next sensation overtook my body. Demeter had taken my toes in between her lips and was sucking them! An act I never request but one of my secret erogenous zones. I was utterly overcome, and my soul expanded before exploding into a million atoms, my screams only slightly muffled by the pillow I was inhaling.

Like liquid acrylic paint, our bodies flowed together. One second, I felt the strength of Hercules within me, hips lifted to the heat of his thrusts. The next, Hercules reclined back while Demeter and I took turns worshiping his thick glory. Our hands running the width of his body as we licked and took him into our mouths. His moans of pleasure only increased our happiness and ministration. 

Blur…

I passed through a room, intent on satisfying my grumbling stomach when an unexpected scene greeted me as I rounded a corner. Four goddesses were reclining on a plump mushroom head. A god was bent in worship at one of their pearls. Part of me wanted to turn invisible, a chance to watch in adoration at the scene before me. My Inner Goddess implored me to join the heavenly phenomenon before me. 

I find myself unable to adequately convey the affection and sensation of being curled around the naked goddesses as each took her turn sprawled before the mouth of the eager god. Moans and cries accompanied the wet noises of the lapping god. Goddesses bucked, writhed, and trembled as her sisters held, kissed, and fondled her body. It was an experience I think few mortal men can appropriately describe, a scene that must be experienced to genuinely appreciate. 

It was my turn. I felt numb and robotic as I nervously took my position. The god’s crystal eyes quietly gazed deeply into my own, assessing my consent. With a slight nod, I lay back as, without further ado, the god buried his face in my pearl. He began not with an attack but slowly sampling with his tongue. My hazel eyes rolled back as the goddesses turned the spotlight to me, their warm, sumptuous breasts pressed against me. 

Soon enough, the crystal-eyed god had me screaming at the top of my lungs, toes curling in exertion and rapture. Another god had joined the affair, and his strong hand gripped my hand, preventing my nails from gouging my palm. The god between my trembling legs slowed, fingers exploring the folds of my goddess. I felt movement on my right as the Queen leaned across me and began enthusiastically kissing the goddess on my left, her heavy breasts teasing my pert nipples. I could have died a happy woman at that moment. Instead, I turned to the watching god, still holding my hand, and pulled him into a kiss. The god cordially returned my embrace, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth, his fingers lightly buried in my sapphire curls. 

With a slight grin, the crystal-eyed god turned his concentration to a lithe goddess stretched beside me, and a new god entered the space, his muscles rippling under his naked skin. I nodded a firm accord to his inquiry. As he leaned down, I noted a wicked glint in his sparkling eyes, but it was his mouth that had me stupefied. A giant tongue licked his lips, pink, long, and eager. 

“Uhhh….umm…that,” stammered my Inner Goddess. “I want to feel that!” As she floundered to pick up her jaw.

With buzzing moans, the god set to work the bounty of his mouth, skyrocketing me to the pinnacle of gratification. Goddesses cuddled, groped, and came around me. My cries ran hoarse as the Humming God refused to release me until I called a truce for the benefit of my shriveling lungs. I lay still for the longest time, too weak to move a muscle from the fervent convergence of the divine beings of Olympus.  

Blur…

Once more, I found myself nestled between Demeter and Hercules. While still cautious in our focus, my Inner Goddess and I felt more confident as we relished our position. I melted as the gods ardently kissed just inches above my face. I felt like I was living someone else’s life. I kissed Demeter’s graceful neck, up her jawline to her delicate cheek. Then, I joined their kiss, my Inner Goddess exuberant as our lips blended into passionate intimacy. 

Demeter was a marvel as she once more orchestrated and our bodies churned in communion. I lay in awe as Demeter rode the brawn vigor of Hercules, his power concentrated in his muscles as they moved. I was devoured, clutched, kissed, and fondled by each in turn and also together. At one point, Demeter and Hercules simultaneously bent their lips to my goddess. My legs pressed to my shoulders as they ravaged my pearl. I could not tell whose fingers had slipped between the folds of my goddess, but we could not have cared less, the depth of my orgasm demanding my full attention. The poor pillow was wet from my screaming lips. 

I felt Hercules’ power once more, and my soul groaned as Demeter covered me in kisses. In our passion, my body had scooted to the head of the bed, and my neck was bent at an almost painfully odd angle as I welcomed the forceful thrusts. My Inner Goddess loved it. Sex should never be limp and droll. 

“Bend us, flip us!” Shouted my Inner Goddess. “Cover the bed and destroy the linens!”

Euphoria settled over the room as we collapsed back onto the pillows. I was once more in the middle. I faced Demeter while my hips curled into Hercules’ lap. Every now and then, my hips gently swayed against him while my fingers traced Demeter’s luminous skin. Slowly, my heart rate quieted in the afterglow and our whispered conversation. 

Blur…

I am standing near the god, Daskalos. The flirtation had been present for some time, and I cautiously backed up, edging closer while continuing to engage in conversation with those nearest to me. Daskalos moved nearer until his hips pressed into me from behind. My eyes grew wide as sunflowers, as I felt his impressive glory expanding, pressing into my lower back. Tales of his strength had long teased the imagination of my Inner Goddess, and she could barely breathe at his nearness and the possibility of more. 

My memories fog. I am unsure if we exchanged words or moved into the pavilion in silent agreement. My eyes flitted around until they rested on the face of the twinkling Pixie Goddess. I wanted her to join me. Her presence and kisses were passionately desired as I took her by the hand, and the three of us sought a quiet place. 

Panic started to cloud my vision. I gulped, reaching out to my Inner Goddess for aid, only to find her just as shy and hesitant as myself. Great, I was going to mess this up before it had a chance to blossom!! 

Sensing my faltering disposition, the Pixie Goddess bid me onto the bed as she leaned down to kiss me. I soon found myself straddling her heavenly body, looking down into her calm, beautiful face. I loved feeling her breasts on mine, her kisses wetting my lips as I brushed tiny wispy curls from her face. Lost in her arms and honeyed kisses, I temporarily forgot about Daskalos. I think goddesses tend to have that effect on mortals. 

I felt a sheathed head move at the entrance of my goddess. I lifted my head to focus as I relaxed my body, pushing my hips at the intrusion. Daskalos was wonderfully experienced in taking his time, his girth the most impressive my Inner Goddess and I had ever had the honor of experiencing. With careful consideration, Daskalos moved deeper before allowing my stretching goddess to relax. I wondered if I had reached my limit when, with a slight “pop,” Daskalos’ weighty girth slipped in, hips buried against the curve of my peaches. Never before had I been so filled and stretched. Roles were now reversed as it took every effort to hold my Inner Goddess back from embarrassing me and shouting her jubilation for all to hear. 

I focused my Inner Goddess on the divinity gazing up at me. I dipped my head to kiss the Pixie Goddess, my fingers exploring her lustrous skin as Daskalos began his calculated thrusts behind me. I had never felt so full, and every thrust and near withdrawal had my Inner Goddess in a frenzy as orgasms blossomed. 

Goddesses joined us on the bed. My orgasms intensified at their nearness and shared pleasure. Perhaps I had died and gone to Elysium, where only sensual delight and joy existed. I buried my face against the Pixie, her nearness beneath me, the thick barrage on my goddess and masculine fingers that dug into the flesh of my hips, staggered my Inner Goddess as orgasms exploded from every iota of my body.

“Want to try another position with him?” The Pixie Goddess whispered in my ear as Daskalos onslaught slowed. My head drooped as I recovered. 

“GODS, YES!” My Inner Goddess could not contain herself. 

Daskalos seamlessly repositioned as I lay back, wrapping my legs around his firm, solid hips. To my joy, the Pixie Goddess found herself propositioned by a waiting goddess, and soon, her eyes rolled back as orgasmic waves swallowed her. I stared in mute wonder at the goddesses as Daskalos’ assault grew from sensitive caution to earnest intention breaching my Inner Gateway until I screamed in carnal euphoria.

I attempted to stifle my cries but was temporarily caught off-guard by the negative voices around me. A heavy hand moved my fist away as a voice, deep as the earth, rumbled in my ear. Ohhh, gods, it was Hephaestus! His lecherous string of encouragement rocked my mind as my Inner Goddess lost herself in his descriptive words, and Daskalos continued to bury his incredible gift within me. 

On my suggestion, Daskalos traded positions with me as I rose to mount his decisive glory. Without even moving, his girth placed pressure on my already alert hidden jewel, and I found myself cuming as I sheathed myself onto him. My cries reached the heavens. I could not help myself as my goddess pulsed and dripped down Daskalos. My entire being throbbed as my orgasm employed every muscle holding my body together. 

As my orgasm ebbed, my consciousness returned, and I took stock of my surroundings. Three goddesses were absorbed with each other on my left. Hephaestus had one of the immortal goddesses bent over the bed, feet spread wide as he moved behind her. The sight of Hephaestus and the milky skin of the goddess is forever burned into my memory. His massive legs were impervious as his hips pounded into the moaning goddess, her beautiful face half buried into the covers. 

“How are you doing?” I turned to see the beaming face of the Queen. Knowing my apprehension for the day, the Queen had paused courtly engagements to check in with me, finding me astride Daskalos. 

“Ohh…I’m doing so very well!” My smile and gratitude burst across my face. I leaned in to kiss her pink strawberry lips. 

Turning, I noted familiar faces, the Guardian, and a few other gods and goddesses as they milled about the room, nodding in appreciation or peaked in curiosity through the open doorway. Ever the exhibitionist, my Inner Goddess grinned at the watchers and fellow participants. A movement below distracted me from the inspection of the room around me. 

Daskalos had wet his thumb and began to swirl it over my pearl. I instantly forgot the congregation and focused once more on the god and the extraordinary monster pulsing within me. I leaned back, arms ridged as I supported myself on Daskalos’ compact thighs. His touch was perfect, swirling my pearl with intention and focus, yet not too aggressively. Daskalos called for my orgasm but did not demand it. 

Ohh, heavens, did I cum! Still moving and undulating above him, I felt my Inner Goddess shift. With an imperceptible shiver, her resplendent wings burst forth behind us, wing tips at their fullest extension. My shoulder blades strained as my back arched under the fluttering of a thousand white feathers, and my chin tilted to the osculating fan above me. My orgasm radiated as my illustrious wings lifted me above my mortal form to the galaxies glittering light years away. 

Still cuming, I transitioned my hands to his broad chest, curling my fingers into his pecs as I began to ride him. My orgasms from his roving thumb and bulbous ridge made me cry to the gods. We took turns being in control. My arms moved from his chest as I rode him, vigilantly watching his face and closed eyes as I worked myself up and down before moving my hands to his thighs, his thumb dutifully returning to me insatiable pearl. I wish I could have briefly separated from my body so that I could gaze with the watchers at the sight before them. Gods and goddesses intertwined in sensuous enchantment. 

Chests heaving, my knees happily numb, I lifted off Daskalos—both of us in acute need of water. Never had I felt so refreshed and alive as the cool liquid rushed down my raw throat. I collapsed into a corner of the bed, goddesses reclining here and there around me.

“Ummm…” My Inner Goddess nudged me. “I’m not done.”  My Inner Goddess folded her wings but had not put them away. I introspected and found she was right, yet we were unsure how to proceed. So instead of asking one of the milling gods, we reached for the safety of our vibrator. 

Leaning back on her alabaster wings, my Inner Goddess focused on the vibrations against my pearl while I gazed about the room once more. I laughed with the goddesses around me as they teased and fondled each other. Gods drifted here and there. The atmosphere was wondrously laidback, yet like a gentle spring scent, a feeling of craving and desire danced around the corners of the room. 

The raven-haired goddess presented a double-ended glass phallic dildo, its wicked size bringing sheer astonishment to the faces of all in attendance. Like a slender serpent, a thin blue ribbon rippled through the opaque shine of the toy. One rotund end seemed a bit larger than the other, but both boasted impressive ridges curving to the realistic phallus tip. 

“Anyone want to try?” The raven-haired beauty inquired.

My hand shot into the air, or rather, my Inner Goddess shot my hand into the air. I had just set aside my dripping vibrator, the mouth coated with a white sheen from my orgasm. Hephaestus’ risque words echoed in my ears, and my body still trembled from my orgasmic waves. 

“Are you insane?!” I asked my Inner Goddess as the beauty began to stroke the glass, coating it in a sheen of lubricant. “There’s NOO WAY I can take that monstrosity!” 

“Which end do you want?” The raven-haired goddess asked as she knelt beside me. 

My rapacious Inner Goddess responded, “The big end!” Then, not giving a fig about my thoughts and concerns, my Inner Goddess turned to me, “What about Daskalos? He was marvelous, and I want to try this!” She said with a huff. 

I sighed slightly in disbelief and resignation as I relaxed my body to receive the behemoth. Her dark waves washed over her shoulders as the raven-haired goddess carefully probed the glass phallus between my lips and into my waiting depths. I gasped as my goddess was soon filled and stretched, nearly at her limit. However, what honestly undid me was the massive ridge of the phallus. Well-oiled and slowly delving in, my body had no option but to give into the incredible orgasm as the passive glass reached for my inner gateway. 

Nothing mattered as the beauty began to increase the speed of the glass. My body could not be contained. I felt my soul splitting into a trillion tiny pieces. Only to have each slice divided into microscopic specs as a thin vibrator was tenderly placed on my swollen pearl. Like a volcanic eruption, firelight, sparks, and flashes exploded behind my clenched eyelids. Voices murmured about me but did not register. Somehow my hands had found the base of the headboard, and I clung to the rough wood as a drowning sailor while the sharp edge cut into my palm. The goddesses worked my body in unwavering diligence, rewarded with only my screams and cries, body writing in seeming agony. 

At last, even my Inner Goddess implored for a break. Releasing the headboard, I raised my hands, attempting to form a T with my left fingertips pressed into the soft curvature of my open right palm in a request for a timeout. However, my arms were weak from gripping the headboard, and still profusely cumming. So, rather than a T, my hands smacked together in a feeble clap. Nothing happened. No release. 

“Time!!” I wheezed. “Breath!!” Giving up on the timeout symbols, I frantically crossed my arms in an inefficient X.

The goddesses slowed their attention. Their unhurried movements allowed the orgasms to fade away naturally; my body adjusted to mortal form again. The vibrator lifted as the glass beast slowly withdrew, and the curtains of my glistening goddess gently closed as mirth filled the air. My mind reeled, barely able to fathom the breadth of the most recent proceedings, let alone the entire weekend. 

I heard the raven-haired goddess suggest a double penetration with the glass colossus. Now, one would think that my Inner Goddess would have been quite satisfied and pleased with herself, ready to fold her wings away, rest, and observe with the onlooking gods and kings. But, nope, my Inner Goddess wanted to try everything, no holding back! Today was our birthday, and a chance to revel in Olympus was a rare gift. 

It took some positioning and adjustments, but in the end, the beguiling goddess reclined on her back while I reversed on all fours, sliding my legs underneath her knees and irresistible hips. The raven-haired goddess touched and adjusted the behemoth. I joined the moans of the beguiling goddess as vibrators were placed on our pearls. While in this salacious position, I could only make the slightest rocking movements. The ridge of the glass beast was now reversed and pressed uncomfortably on the wrong side of my goddess. It hardly mattered. My orgasms bloomed deeply enough from the vibrator resting on my pearl and simply being in such a carnal position with an alluring goddess. 

At last, we pulled apart, panting but elated. We finished with gentle, grateful kisses before seeking water. The crowd began to disperse as we straightened the bedding for the following gods or goddesses’ leisure. I stepped out of the pavilion and into the fading sunlight, the cooling breeze teasing my tousled curls. I felt reborn. I stepped into the waters of Avernus once more to cool my tender goddess and reflect. 

I am beginning to comprehend that the path to healing, contentment, and joy is a slow and intentional journey. It does not happen overnight. There is not a switch that flips or sudden turn in the road where everything makes sense and the grief is over. Instead, one must recognize and gather all the precious little moments along the path of life, holding them tightly to the breast lest they float away and are forgotten. A feather of gratitude here. A feather of laughter. A feather of adventure and risk, learning to step outside of the comfort zone. Then it is the friendships and companionships, the blessed people who walk that path with you, that are the glue that makes the journey complete and worthwhile. 

The feathers and the glue bind into a magnificent pair of wings. I might not understand my reason or place on earth, but ever so slowly, I am learning to fly. To rise above the pain, grief, and dashed expectations for my life.  Hope is a funny thing. I once thought I was undeserving and my life would forever be a shell of what it was “supposed” to be. All my plans had gone to rot years ago. But, as the translucent wind of acceptance flutters my wingtips, I have started to hope. I have begun to find joy and excitement in a life I never expected. To raise my head from despair to the adventurous potential my life is now free to pursue. This accomplishment would never have been possible without the devotion and camaraderie in my new life that have created the feathers and glued my broken pieces together. 

Circling the cooling waters of Avernus, I continued to muse. Though tragic and painful, I am brought to the conclusion that if circumstances had not come about as they did, I might never have had the honor of building the tribe and dear alliances with the gods and goddesses of Olympus. So many stepped up to celebrate with me in a dozen ways, setting aside their time, resources, and steamy skills on my behalf. I am speechless at the outpouring. What I once considered the greatest tragedy of my life might actually be a gift, a rare treasure. Soaring on my wings, I see another perspective, a life free of loving shackles, at last unrestrained to pursue my definition of happiness and freedom to accept the love and the life I choose for myself. 

I stepped out of Avernus, water rivulets trailing down my legs as I patted my body dry. I am overwhelmed and indebted to so many this weekend. They have my eternal gratitude not only for the best birthday I have ever known but for their sincere friendship, for they have saved me from despair and given me hope.

Until next time, XO Elsie