We live in such a way that when it seems like there is nothing else to hold onto in our stories, our thoughts locate us in the yesterdays, and we are once again faced with the colors associated with the outcomes that were not ideal.
Because it is between our opposing points of moments that we have felt every single thing that has existed including the versions that we did not want to meet.
So, then we turn and compare what is deep within us to the many songs of others, reinforcing that we should be mourning what we think is true about the people who captively stare back at us from the mirror.
And yet comparing overworked steps on our pages with those that are uniquely on their own only allows the inner knowing of where we have been to take more than it gives before we are even able to make it to the next that we are hoping to get to.
And then, the value of our movement is distorted by the competition of fear and sorrow that seeks our attention and pulls us back into thoughts of making up for what is behind us.
So, the fallout is unwanted messages on a loop and a lack of safety in the broader perspective that beyond what keeps us is the space to accept that love has never needed us to always like ourselves for it to be present.
What we are looking for are the conversations that overcome the suffering, but we don’t know where to start because survival makes it difficult to notice anything other than the angles of our battles.
Hope, after all, isn’t just a desire for a change in circumstances but is also an unspoken wish to outgrow how we have come to feel about ourselves because of frames that mark us with accounts of hurt.
So, how do we foster well-being when life is open to dreams that may not come true, and the challenge isn’t a wish for a different moment or day but a need for a changed relationship with our responses?
When darkness has overlapped us and our determination has contracted, the magic of safety is that it becomes a beacon in the storm that waits for us to become comfortable with taking the next step.
And when we merge all right with not all right, we give ourselves permission to do what we can as we can in the dance of who we are.
Don’t let wanting you, be silenced by the noise opposing points speak of in the aspects of a patch because you are the artist in a garden where you can dislike frames and still love the person that is inseparable from all of it.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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