You Go Girl ...

"She got caught up in a net sometime ago....with deep cuts all over her body she made it to the hotel . Some people at the hotel nursed her back to health for 3 months. Everyday she returns to rest after being out to sea. She is now pregnant and expecting within a month. Her name is Panchita..."

You go Panchita, you go girl.

FB is great for random pictures/attached stories.  I saw this picture a few weeks ago ...then I read the caption. It's a funny picture, grin worthy.  But I can't help but feel like this little Panchita's story is worthy of deeper meaning.  A sea whale sunning poolside with "deeper meaning"?  Stick with me on this one ...

No, I'm not s sea whale, even though there are days I feel like I might look like a sea whale, I am not in actuality a sea whale. In fact, the only thing Panchita and I would seem to have in common is our designed female familiarity and mammal genetics. However, Panchita's story maybe a deeper lesson in our need, perhaps genuinely female in character, to seek refuge and a safe place.  Panchita looked to strangers, humans no less, willing herself to their care as she sat bleeding to death at the same species hand.

In Panchita's case, she found grateful respite in the care of strangers ... who she now entrusts with her most precious genuinely female gift of life. Someone once told me you aren't supposed to say you're "lucky", your are only allowed to say you are, "blessed".  I tend to trend towards both ideas.  Luck is an idea, blessings are a gift. In my life, I've been luckily blessed to live all over the world.  In my travels I've been and have befriended people I later call family.  Life is not a series of perfect but rather inperfect notions.  In my imperfection, there have been times when I have felt as if my wounds are to deep to heal. An incredible internal strength (or control issues, let's call a spade a spade!) propels me forward to contine with a smile ... but there have been times when those wounds fester, the waters rise, and I have indirectly sought refuge with strangers. 

Be it a higher power, luck, or blessings, these strangers have nursed my deepest wounds and allowed me to heal.  No matter my travels, I return to the loving arms of these strangers I now call family. We're blessed with internal strength.  The power of insight and the capability to self heal.  Maybe it's an inherently female characteristic to seek help and in doing so find the faith to heal and the trust to return. No matter my travels, like Panchita's travels through the sea, I return for refuge with those who I once called stranger.  I return via random phone calls to check in, social media updates, or simply thinking of a friend and willling focused blessed energy into their life in a cosmic karma nod to the good they have brought into mine. 

At the end of the day we're all bleeding and wounded.  Some wounds are deeper for others, some fester in silence unwilling to be acknowledged, some are scarred over.  No one person is a personal tower of strengh at every moment. We all need to be healed by a power outside of the realm of what is personally given.  With every sunrise, every moment, we're connected to each other ... and apparently Panchita is no exception to the connection.  You go girl, you go.