Daughter of Troops

I thought about calling this "things I have learned from my dog."  I'm referencing the way she (Maggie) loves to dig holes. When she digs she is in a fury, slinging dirt everywhere. She recently decided to dig a hole right next to my flower bed that is teaming with beautiful purple Wondering Jew. Much of it became covered in the dirt hiding it beauty and causing it to be weighed down. I realized how much this reflects my life's current state. I started out just kicking a little dirt around aka allowing things and people back into my life that had formally been shut out. It was fun, fresh and I felt in control, but the more dirt I moved the more it resembled a hole. The dirt began to pile up on things I once held dear. Most notable was my authentic self. Once the hole was deep enough I could see where I was losing my freedom.  The dirt had weighed be down and caused me to bend low in order to sustain the weight (burdens) now piled on me. My once bright light was now be