Somewhere in yesterday’s air lives the voice of the unkindness that brings with it all that is gray, all that wasn’t, all that is regret and all that is war no matter where we roam.
It uses sabotaging language to keep our bags overflowing.
It turns tries into days of failure.
It blasts hope’s breath away.
It marks new spaces as inadequate for a friendship with ourselves.
It maps happiness as something we will never find.
It keeps the materials that have been made with effect as our go to style.
And yet the more we stay connected to the easy pickings of that believed certainty:
The more we don’t know what is important about our thoughts and feelings.
The more pain is included in events even when there isn’t any suffering.
The more safety seems like a fantasy.
The more stability is about not trying.
The more we are bound to storms including on sunny days.
The more we tell ourselves that we are not what we should be.
And yet in the fear of the unpredictable that can be found around each of tomorrows bends:
We fear gray because we have to practice hugging it with works of art in progress.
We fear exhaustion because it comes from being brave and scared at the same time.
We fear strength because its building blocks are forged from suffering.
We fear tears because we know they come most often from pain.
We fear sometime warriors because they show up to fight wars and battle dragons.
We fear enough because it explains that in unlikeable moments, messy is always loveable.
And still on the other side of all that conflict is the truth that the bravery needed for the unforeseeable is actually exposed in surviving the reliability of suffering and doubt.
In the art by uncertainty, there is magic in expanding the balancing of the light with the dark and relief in letting go of the control of certainty.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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