We’re quick to decide whether something is good or bad.
We take a looksie around a situation, add in a few metrics, layer in a few comparisons and then out pops an opinion.
We may like the opinion or not. But there it is.
And pretty soon The Opinion starts to grow roots. It finds validation, confirmation and self importance.
It stands taller, speaks more loudly.
The stronger it becomes, the tighter its hold on us. Funny thing is that this hold does not feel all that good, deep down, in the quiet parts of us.
Our hearts shrink in the shadow of this certitude.
Exclusivity grows tendrils of grief.
The Opinion has gone from something we birthed to something that pretends to be us.
We’ve been taken over.
But in the softness of our humaneness, in the tenderness of our vulnerability, we can find the courage to wiggle our way out.
And stand in the sunlight, almost naked but free.
🍋 And with a deep, deep lemon-mint infused breath, we can fully feel the pleasure of a wide open I Don’t Know.
SCARED OF THE SACRED