About the author: Rayn Rose

Lost amongst the noise

Once upon a time in the depths of an icy winter in Great Manchester, England a seed was planted. The earth embracing this stranger in hope. Years passed, but hope never delivered.

I am wildflower. The ill fated seedling, planted amongst a blood crimson petalhood. With their tall stemmed, silken petals caressing a delicate bud, they stand united. Honoured to be the chosen ones. Their emerald velvet leaves a watchful guardian. Suspicious of outsiders. I am an outsider. I have never been able to change that. I wasn’t made to fit in.

I am allergic to pollen, furries, and lies. Imperfect in all it’s glory.

Unable to accept life as it was prescribed- I soldiered on with this burden. I needed to experience, express, and explore. Yet, I compromised.

I never really grasped the truth until during spring, on my 35th flowering birthing ceremony, I was once again ignored. Mocked for my existence by beautiful bullies. I packed my water supply, wrapped my petals in a warm grass coat and grabbed my roots. I was on my merry way to self discovery. The petalhood’s sly hurtful jabs a bullet in my tiny heart. All, I could do was to ignore it all. I bid Mother Earth a sad farewell, her protests falling on deaf ears. I had wasted enough time waiting for change.

It was my time.

I had a desire to learn and grow, so I embarked on a spiritual journey where I found creative expression. A means to heal from my trauma. I became an educator, teaching other wildflowers to find their potential. When that no longer served it’s purpose, I again flapped my petals and went exploring. This time I travelled the world, meeting other outsiders and conducting research. However, I got homesick and returned in the hope that I could now belong with my family.

I was always a hopeful dreamer.

I was wrong. Again, abused and abandoned- I suffered alone with mental and physical illness. My fiery heart a victim. After a few years of some more soul searching, I once more fought for freedom. This time my middle finger an unwelcome guest. The horrified petalhood unsure what to make of this unruly outsider. I shook their core, challenged their values and beliefs. I disobeyed them. I fell in love with a sunflower and rebelled.

Now, a fully fledged counsellor, with possibilities and conviction, I left England for good. I was no longer afraid to live my life on my terms. Nothing would stop me now. I was home. I am home.

I am wildflower.

A story teller.

A creative healer.

The precious petalhood may have shunned me, but I am proud of my difference.

This is my story.

Author: Little Mis-Fit

A creative, crazy WhuHopper who is trying to facilitate change through creative expression and positivity. I am not one for conventions, norms and following the status quo but also not one for negativity. My goal is to challenge outdated attitudes. I bet you're thinking, oh no, not another one! Wait for it though.. I have many quirks! Here are just a few to get you thinking: Book hopping. Word mashing. Monster battles. Art dancing. Sleep walking. Random outbursts. Killing with kindness. Floral socks. Tea shops. Hide and seek. Chocolate melt downs. Swinging slides. Hula hoops. White lies. Truth spells. Giant feet. Hearts.... big ones. So, what am I doing? Making a difference by looking beyond our labels, surface values and preconceived notions of 'right'. My work is geared towards providing uplifting, supportive spaces where love and humanity is integral. The Little Mis-Fit family wants to inspire you. Shake you. Wake you. Love you. Heal you. Little Mis-Fit is a creative splurge, it calls all the misfits hiding in the dark. I want you to shed your fears and celebrate your existence! Although, my project is geared towards children, I invite your inner child to trust me. I want to empower, nourish, cherish and love that child. I want you to love that child too. In the end, we all need to grow, no matter how evolved we believe we are. The work never ends. My aim is to creativity reach children, to harness their inner worlds, where no one is a misfit, no matter what. However, the message is simple, "healing" begins today. If our children have the appropriate skills, they will ultimately have better resilience and awareness for when they are adults. Of course, what can do this better than books! Please join me the misfit movement! Life is limitless. Do not limit yourself to your history or labels. Finding empowerment through creativity. What you waiting for? Unleash your child! All my work is original. Copyright © 2014 Thanks

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