These times are messy. All the old structures are collapsing. How could it be anything else? Divinely, beautifully, perfectly, disastrously messy. Delight in it. Imagine you are a child playing in mud.
Because in many ways that is what you are. Being reborn into a new iteration of you that is not trying to be anything other than what you are. And that is terrifying to the parts that learned being fully you wasn’t acceptable. Wasn’t safe.
Let it be terrifying. Chaotic. And magical. Full of possibility. The parts that want order and predictability are just vestiges of the old paradigm that is currently collapsing.
Play in the mud. Let yourself get dirty. Laugh in the wreckage of your old life. Find the humor, if you can. Remember this is all perfect.
Your circumstances are bringing to the surface all that is wanting to be released into the light. You can either flounder in the old and be trapped in the box, or stomp on it and pretend you have risen above out of anger, or fear, or aversion, but in fact you’ve only stowed away the box of wounds for them to arise again at another time for the love and healing they need.
Or instead, you can flatten the box, flip it over, bring love to all that has been stored there (the wounds, repressed emotions, old beliefs and coping strategies), find the ground beneath — at your feet and in the earth. And, when you have found your center again, the ground within, release the contents of the box back to light, vibration and sound. Like captive birds being freed from their cages at last.
© Jenny Brav
