The energy of the words that haven’t skipped a beat in influencing our experiences and what our thoughts have had to say can be traced back to the multitude of sayings that have been all around for years.
And scattered within those traveling dances of existence, we have periodically stopped to plant seeds of hope for change, only to see them start but then come to an end, adding more tears to the ideas that a lack of transformation means something is wrong with us.
Change, though, while a logical need, just happens to be an unknown dragon or unseen threat when it comes to the devotion of the march that has been dis-harmonizing our pieces and as such, returning to our familiar shuffles is simply a natural habit of ours albeit an unhappy one.
What would happen if we acknowledged that consistently walking in circles has more to do with our vague concept of what revision is for us as individuals than it has to do with our missing what it takes to be able to adapt?
What if then, that collaboration is one of those old lores that needs adjustment because instead of it supporting us, it has been feeding the hell of the belief that stumbles prevent remarkable things from simultaneously being true?
What if we told the noise that is always ready to go that while there is darkness in yesterday’s spaces and a possibility of it in the weather of the tomorrows, there is also varying degrees of light dispersed in there as well?
What if we lean in as observers who are curious about digging through the hideout of the items that we feel lost in the emotions of but pretend aren’t there?
What if we shape shifted the things that have reached our homes to expand our understanding of what they mean instead of contorting ourselves to tuck that suffering onto pages, muddying the realness of our personal artistry?
What if the patches that are painful aren’t adequate for us, but that we are sufficient enough to hold the perspective that flexibility is always needed in managing our facts as well as the doubt that comes from having to sort out how to be able to do so?
In the last place we looked at ourselves, we didn’t dare question the discord of the lores that have influenced our thoughts but today and tomorrow are wide open for who we would be if our backstories allowed us to be the sometime warriors that are both sad AND happy as well as scared.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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