Ariel's Roar

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As mentioned before, I like to podcast. Like blogging, podcasting is a great way for me to get my thoughts clear on a subject. 

It is quite frustrating to myself that I have to keep putting my thoughts into this private blog. This deprived me from the ability to speak my thoughts out loud on a podcast. I do not really want to start yet another podcast just for this private blog.

In a way, it is good because it focusses all of my processing into one place and one genre. But in a way, it is deeply frustrating.

I long to be fully integrated. I long for this part of my journey to be public. Public enough to be the subject of my regular sermons, my regular Facebook posts, my regular blog. I feel like this is where all of my passion is. But I cannot share it with the people that mean the most to me in life. Also, I cannot make this part of the healing message I would like to take to the world.

I am trying to get some traction on this anonymous blog, but without the platform of my established Facebook, Twitter and YouTube accounts, it is floundering. I feel like I am speaking into a vacuum.

I feel like I have no right to speak publicly. I’m not allowed to.

The evil figure in the little mermaid is an octopus who is a sea witch, an evil mother figure. She seeks to turn strong man into worms, and steal the boys from Ariel, the beautiful young princess.

I feel like this is what domineering women do. They are witches. They control through storms and through dark magic. They make men feel like worms, and they steal the voices from their children.

But I will not always be silent. I will not always be weak.

And when I rise, I will have all the strength to slay medusa, and the song of Ariel will be heard around the world.

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