I woke up in the early morning hours, my mind already engaged in people and ideas this morning. And part of what I was thinking over is how we can not control the people or situations we are born into or most of the world around us right now. I realized at some point a decision has to be made, much like the choice to stop running from things. This choice boils down to us choosing over and over again to just survive the days, events, people going on around us or do we choose to blossom where the seed of who we are at the core (what makes us different from everyone else, our "voice", our truth, our dance in life ; because that is where our super power lays) has been dropped.
How ready are we really to go beyond getting through the days, surviving the past, enduring the events we have found ourselves in?
When we decide to embrace this gift of our own uniqueness there are going to be growing pains. There is the splitting open of the seed in that soil it has landed in (our leaving the confines of who we have been thus far in this world). There is the roots driving themselves deeper to find the nutrients they need to send the shoot up into the light of day (our looking at the places where we are wounded or afraid in order to heal them). Then there is this tender thing so new and feeling so fragile, so easily scorched by too much sun or pummeled by the rain, baring its self above ground finally (our showing up with our truth, in being vulnerable by really saying and being who we are).
Every step deeper into our own truths will have these aches of becoming but we must remember the pain we felt already trapped inside the shell of who we were when we felt the potential, the yearning to become some better/happier/more fulfilled version of who we are. Being stuck, wanting more, yearning for better, it too was painful. It too required us to endure a form of suffering. It may have felt safer to be held in that place of familiarity, of safety in not being seen too clearly or stepping outside of the known. But the thing is, that pain was indefinite, it has had and never will have a foreseeable end to it for the experience of more or better. It in fact asks us to agonize tirelessly, endlessly with no hope of ever getting what it is our hearts are really longing to know.
So while splitting open, diving deep to take root in something solid and being a more vulnerable tender thing has growing pains what it asks in return for this faith in possible and can and will is simply that possible and can and will are now a reality. It opens up our attaining our own freedoms. It doesn't say hold back, quiet down, sit still, you are too much reel it in. It says BE.
How ready are we really to go beyond getting through the days, surviving the past, enduring the events we have found ourselves in?
When we decide to embrace this gift of our own uniqueness there are going to be growing pains. There is the splitting open of the seed in that soil it has landed in (our leaving the confines of who we have been thus far in this world). There is the roots driving themselves deeper to find the nutrients they need to send the shoot up into the light of day (our looking at the places where we are wounded or afraid in order to heal them). Then there is this tender thing so new and feeling so fragile, so easily scorched by too much sun or pummeled by the rain, baring its self above ground finally (our showing up with our truth, in being vulnerable by really saying and being who we are).
Every step deeper into our own truths will have these aches of becoming but we must remember the pain we felt already trapped inside the shell of who we were when we felt the potential, the yearning to become some better/happier/more fulfilled version of who we are. Being stuck, wanting more, yearning for better, it too was painful. It too required us to endure a form of suffering. It may have felt safer to be held in that place of familiarity, of safety in not being seen too clearly or stepping outside of the known. But the thing is, that pain was indefinite, it has had and never will have a foreseeable end to it for the experience of more or better. It in fact asks us to agonize tirelessly, endlessly with no hope of ever getting what it is our hearts are really longing to know.
So while splitting open, diving deep to take root in something solid and being a more vulnerable tender thing has growing pains what it asks in return for this faith in possible and can and will is simply that possible and can and will are now a reality. It opens up our attaining our own freedoms. It doesn't say hold back, quiet down, sit still, you are too much reel it in. It says BE.
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