The sigh of relief echoes a brief release
But the caverns, are still filled with murky waters
My lungs, my mind, my body can’t take this much longer
How do I endure ?
Do I surrender ?
No, I give time its place to fast-forward me out of here
As I wait for the unearthing
Waiting for the reveal, the knowing
Standing at the precipice I can see clearly,
But I’m afraid of where I stand
My lungs, my mind, my body rest
It’s calm now
It’s easy to dive right into lengthy discourse about the “why” it did not happen for you. Conversations we have with ourselves or others as recompense to our souls brokenness. These words become boundaries that we use to compartmentalize our lives and keep us safe. They are fortified divides that inhibit us from moving forward. We laugh out loud or feel profound shame when we suddenly catch a glimpse of our thinking outside of the fortress of lies. So instead of diving into the explanations, let’s rest in the space. The space that is not crowded with regret and resentment, where we are okay with not knowing the “why” and uncertainty sits in the presence of hope.
Be held by the presence that fills you with peace.
I can’t avoid life’s circumstances and situations. Being present, staying engaged and fully in the moment during the unpleasantries of life can create a restlessness within my spirit. The restlessness doesn’t allow me to be still and center myself. Instead I find myself trying to figure out ways to get out of this mess, stop the discomfort and move on to the “happy”. I am realizing that I have to settle in and make my current space a home. This means being ok with being uncomfortable. It means being intentional about finding my power in a vulnerable state and using it to create respite where I am. This means not wasting my imagination on fantasizing about living a different life, but allowing myself to make a fortified home within that withstands any type of weather. Today I’m grateful to the Creator for the pillars in my life that support me and all the hand-me-downs of wisdom that help keep up my perspective.
The frantic mind never stops racing. When it pauses in defeat it reloads and picks up right where it left off. Several years ago I discovered that there is no perfect me, but my thoughts keep on concocting ways to fix my brokenness. When I realize that there is no quick fix I feel my soul collapse inside my body. When I stay within myself as the center of my universe, time stops, but I continue to sink deeper into my “me”. Is this hell? All me, all the time?
My way of escape is to acknowledge that I do not exist in isolation. I ask for forgiveness realizing that I am a part of a larger narrative a true reality outside of my “me”. A reality that is moving and breathing. The “now” that is desiring and needs my full presence. The “now” includes things that I dread doing or am fearful of, the people who I am in relationship with and places that I need to be. I am still praying that I will be brave and that I can except my brokenness. I am praying I can surrender to humility so that my mind can retire from the marathon.
Being brave requires courage. It requires selflessness. When I am in a dark place I have to make a decision to risk . I have to decide to trust what I can’t touch or see but believe to be certain.
It has been over a month since my last post and I hate myself for it. Alright, so I don’t hate myself, but I would have really liked to have gotten into a weekly flow by now. Instead after I got freshly pressed back in February I got stuck. I felt that whatever I posted after ” The Epic Creative Flow” had to be profound and insightful. However, by placing that expectation on myself I could no longer operate in freedom. I could no longer allow my experiences to speak. My words were no longer authentic.
The inner conflict of the perfectionist is that she is eternally working toward fixing what she perceives as being eternally broken. So I’m going to take my perfectionist self, dishevel her hair and pull out her well tucked shirt. I’m going to take her to places where she is going to get messy. I’m going to introduce her to grace. Hopefully I can allow my two realities to converge and integrate by resting in simply being.
Rally around the dream
Stand in solidarity with the cause
Commune with the invisible, the forgotten, the marginalized
Jolt yourself awake and shake off the dumbness of complacency
Do not ignore the calling that echoes within you
Then she can hold her position as a pillar of hope
as you feed her and cloth her
Then her beauty will radiate from within her to challenge you to come out of hiding
To rally around the truth
To stand in solidarity with freedom
And commune with the maker and creation
And He will awaken you so that your eyes radiate hope
And your hands can be solace wherever you are