"I am confident, I am capable and I will not wait
to be rescued by a woodsman or a hunter."
Jackson Pearce
Sisters Red
Little Red Riding Hood was a story heard in early childhood. I memorized the fairytale, capturing every detail of the characters involved. In vivid color, Little Red Riding Hood would routinely tromp through my visions as a testimony for a better life.. Years later, I realized the symbolism of this story and how it shaped my perception about men and relationships.
Similar to this tale, my mother sent me into the woods carrying a basket of goodwill. I was exceptionally naive and lacked self-esteem having no defense against a wolf. I was devoured and in my dishevelment, I awaited the hunter to come and save me.
The majority of my life was spent with rescuers, only to realize I could only be saved through my own efforts. In fact, I didn't want to be rescued at all once I realized I had a brain to make my own choices based on my newly realized needs. Agreed, I still wear boots and capes with hoods with a passion for baskets, but I no longer loiter in the woods except to visit sprites and butterflies.
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