These last few days have been intense.
I think that there are times when we hit a portal, an invitation. Yes, even here where life is oh so sweet.
It is as though we have coasted for a while, settled - and all of a sudden it’s time for us to reach a new level. A new level of clarity, of honesty, of self-knowing.
These times are rarely comfortable. They often come with some chaos - internal or external or both - Possibly some angst and maybe even a whiff of panic. Many more questions than answers. Doubts, too.
We question our decisions, recent and those far behind us. We may lose track of our core. It is time to choose our tools carefully and use them pointedly.
For me, safe and wise ears always help. Recognizing that my Lizard is activated and will go back to sleep is reassuring.
And then, writing. Writing, writing, writing. Giving it all to the paper. The mundane, the embarrassing, the obvious, the pieces that I have known forever ushering the pieces that are just now daring to show up.
Truths which may have been with us for decades but which we never allowed ourselves to look in the eyes and speak out loud. Truths of which the time has come to bring to the light, hold hands with, and dance with. Authentically.
Truths that will allow us to grow to that next step. To live more brightly, more freely, more generously, too.
These portals are not easy. Giving into them requires courage, support and trust.
But holding back and refusing the invitation can be a death sentence of our soul’s brightness.
On the other side of two huge lessons, I am a little tired and a lot grateful. I feel as though I have received a life chiropractic adjustment. Or a giant internal week-long yoga session.
The road ahead is new, fresh, and honest.
if you feel the invitation to step, crawl, swim, dance or stumble through a new portal, I invite you to heed it. On the other side, a bigger and brighter you awaits.
Smiling because it knows that you are ready for it.
SCARED OF THE SACRED