Healing isn’t neat and tidy. You can’t get anywhere without making more of a mess than there already was. It’s just how it goes.
This has been a HUGE year for me in terms of processing stuff. HUGE. And let’s just say that right now things are an almighty disaster-zone of a mess ’round here. But it’s all for the good, so don’t worry about me. I might be feeling pretty eggshell-fragile, but actually I’m kinda okay about that.
The heart IS the language of the world.
I’m convinced of this. It’s one of those things I read years ago in Paulo Cohelo’s The Alchemist that I really didn’t understand at the time. But I do now.
And I’m inviting all of you to loosen things up a bit for yourself. Internally/emotionally, or externally. Or both. Allow yourself to feel whatever you need to feel, don’t hold it inside any longer. Write it, scream or sing or dance it. Maybe have a good cry or even talk to a friend. Just… remind yourself that you’re not perfect and that it’s okay to feel screwed up.
This is both a long and a short life. Within our days, minutes and hours, we can feel horribly trapped by life and circumstances. I know I’ve felt like that many times, even as recently as earlier this week.
When we feel that way, it’s usually because we’re afraid and actually I think most of the people are afraid most of the time. Being trapped stretches out before our eyes in a sad and gun-metal grey future – the kind that makes a person feel like it just aint worthwhile, y’know?
For me, the only way to turn things around is to take risks. To not do things in the so-called correct order. To let my seemingly silly ideas fly wide and high.
Ah… I know, I’m rambling. But honestly folks, getting really REALLY real with myself and truly learning to listen to my heart are some of the best things I’ve ever done.
And if that means that sometimes I spend a whole day quivering like a fool standing naked in the snow, then so be it. I’ll just get on with my quivering.
Be kind to yourselves, people. And get a little messy, okay?