Lean into the variegated trill of song. Hug the hollow bones of your graceful wings. Soak and rinse in the soulful rain's song. Wear a cape of chartreuse moss. Create an emerald privet. Protect your crimson heart. Lay an altar with tokens of lapis, moonstone and stardust. Sprinkle twigs, leaves and pinecones; your heart knows these treasures well.
Our pain speaks a coded language. When we coil inward and emulate a golden ratio, we unlock the keys to answers within our own questions. We can become consciously aware of an unconscious code streaming in through the waves of our day and night visions.
Revelations can be startling to the body, let alone mixing in the mind and spirit. Upfront, close, personal and glaring in a bittersweet, please-stop-fighting-with-yourself, sort of way. It's a knowing that something is completely real and true and yet the impact and integration of this space is a harsh mind f*ck.
We will rise above our false sense of self and discover we are wiser and stronger. Our souls will be drenched in love and no longer ashamed of who and what we are. We will see the light in darkness and honor all the pieces of our self -- especially the shadows and we will find our boundless strength and exquisiteness.
Springing forward from those tumultuous years, I'm learning the rhythm of what best suits me. For not too long ago in another land, the tears I wept in darkness were really a battle cry to break free. And now the windows are open and draped with transparency. Color is returning to the prism of life. It is here I am listening to what I need.
"The only way that we can live, is if we grow. The only way that we can grow is if we change. The only way that we can change is if we learn. The only way we can learn is if we are exposed. And the only way that we can become exposed is if we throw ourselves out into the open. Do it. Throw yourself." ~ C. JoyBell C.
“There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.” ~ Anais Nin
Go deeper, below the waves of chaos, drama, bitterness and regret. Set your intentions and rise above the noise of self-doubt. Let go of the voices saying, “You should not and cannot.” Embrace your naked-self with love. Make mistakes. It’s how we learn. Learn to say, no.
The healing begins the moment we are born and inhale our first breath and as we exhale our last. We slip into a space of limitlessness; a transformative journey of beginnings and endings. This paradox is cyclical as the seasons of lifetimes.
After you’ve lived in darkness, you can connect with genuineness; that eye to eye acknowledgement of understanding. We can be the advocate and let go of the burn. We no longer simmer in rage or despair but are open to life and give.
I convinced myself to stay and breathe until I could no longer stand it. As sweat trickled irreverently along the small of back, I imagined a colossal chainsaw chiseling the wall down behind me and opening into the trees. I would lay there in the cool grass and let the breeze wash over me.
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