The Origin of The Swan That Swam Solo

This week; on the podcast, that bears the same name as this blog – I go into length about the reason why the name was given to this endeavor. I tell of how the name came to me and since doing – how I have had to study out the bird known as the swan; in order to align it with the premise of my concept. Not a working concept, I remind you, but one that have been lived and sho’nuff tested. Among my research I learned of the black swan - as I studied it and its characteristics, I found commonality with my own experiences – here is an excerpt: "the black swan is nomadic, with erratic migration patterns dependent upon climatic conditions. It is a large bird with mostly black plumage and a red bill.”

Nomadic – without a fixed pattern of movement/no permanent abode -- Interesting! So, I thought while reading this - the reason being, I grew up having quite a few schools in my background. I barely remember a classmate or teacher.

I attended head start and 1st grade - one school.

We moved, I did 2nd - 5th grade.

We moved out of state – I did 6th grade- one school.

We moved, I did 7th and 8th.

9th Grade All freshmen had to attend a school that was only them – a different school.

I did 10th grade – a different school.

The I was transferred to a brand new school – did 11th and 12th grade there.

In total; 7 schools, by the time I was 18. How could one – (me in this case), feel rooted – or a part of? Detachment, was already baked into my DNA.

Black plumage and a red bill

Black feathers and red lips. Me for sure; at an earlier stage in life, I was known for my lipstick color: 'Roses in the Snow'. I was complimented daily; everywhere I went, by both men and women... It was a memorable time. Within these sentences is evidence of the part I played in feeling much the loner - it would have had -to have been how I, internalized those changes. That allowed me to become standoffish. You can train your emotions should you get down to the bare bones of who you are- conduct a case study on you – we cannot understand, what we do not know.

Within the content of this blog, I contend that celebrated women often times can experience a challenging approach to love – for several reasons to not being freely approached. I have made my private journey public by telling of my experiences that possibly may have been why it was I had been challenged in this area.

I learned one of those reasons, important in the scheme of things, was my views of me in the world.

Keep digging girl...

[A good woman is] a rare bird in this world and very much like a black swan.

~ Juvenal (poet)