What if we no longer tried to fix what wasn’t broken in the first place?
What if we loved, cherished and adored our humanity the way that those closest to us do?
What if we could stand in the middle of life..chaotic as it is..knowing that it was all happening for us.
that life is in our favour.
In the hard.
the gritty.
the painful.
The vulnerable moments.
The moments when life shows up fiercely knocking at our door…sometimes blowing it open ferociously.
What if we remembered that life was always in service of our souls evolution and freedom…what if?
Could we resist less?
Would we fight less?
Could we grip less tightly to the side rails?
Knowing that in falling we are given wings.
And remembering that falling isn’t the same as failing.
We have to fall in order to find our freedom.
Or in order for freedom to find us!
It’s rarely ever comfortable or comforting.
It’s hard, terrifying, electrifying.
And, it’s vital. Vital to our growth, and our death and our birth.
There is always a part of us that is dying, and always a part of us that is birthing.
Neither feels ecstatic, and yet both can lead to ecstasy…
In the release of our tight grip.
In the release of our control.
Security and safety are illusions.
We are required to find those within ourselves, and in our capacity to be present to and with the unknown.
This is our only constant.
What if we remembered all of this in the midst of our growing pains?
In the midst of our anguish?
Could we, would we find solace in the raw, the real, the gritty process that is our life?
Could we make more space to and for our full selves?
Our full truths?
Our fullness?
Our aliveness?
What if?
Because what if we accepted all the “brutiful” parts of ourselves as healthy, necessary nutrients for our souls evolution?
Maybe just maybe we could find more truth in our lives.
I know for me…acceptance of my truth leads to my freedom!
What if all the members of us were constantly remembered…
As vital to our existence?
What if showing up on the battlefield of our own internal war and making peace moment by moment with all the pieces of us could lead to both internal and external peace?
What if?
Would you keep exiling those parts of you to another island?
Or would you keep them close? Grateful for their full occupation
Keep them and their company…..
Because maybe they are (y)our salvation?
Your peace? Your love..
Maybe just maybe you are the first step towards that peace.
What the fuck if?
Ducit Amore 