Unfurling

We are taught to hold our value for the eyes of those around us, but imagine if we held it for ourselves.

The angry parts, the parts that felt stuck in moments “you can’t come back from”. The parts who felt lonely and alone. Desperate for love from the outside.

Moving through time with a weight on your mind, of unclosed doors and unfinished business. Half baked sentiments, words, feelings that we needed to “control”, “dull down”, numb into silent compliance.

Because their truth felt easier to hide. Our truth. Smaller, neater, fit in a box that slowly fills up till we are drowning in the confines of our creation.

Pandora’s opening. A sacred symphony of me’s that hurt so much and deserves so much love.

With the power of God at my heart, I can reach in and fear that no part of me is evil. No we is unworthy, unredeemable, unlovable.

Always loved, forgiven and more than worthy, a truth that lives in the breath of our stories.

The call at every fork in the road that runs through cosmic layers of life itself.

The bread crumbs, the people, the reminders, healings and hurts.

I am ready.