My life as a story held everything.
There was sorrow and triumph.
There was joy and heartbreak.
Most of the story I glided through the chapters. I followed the natural arc of obstacle-induced change, resistance-filled growth and ended on acceptance.
That’s how most of the story works until it didn’t.
Sometimes, embedded in a chapter, parts of the story froze. It would ice itself over and become still. It was so slick, I hardly noticed it.
When I was faced with great joy/beauty/love, due to my soul’s partial deep-freeze, I shut down. Sometimes, I shut down so much, I had to turn the page. Sometimes I had to skip entire chapters and sections of joy in my story as my fragmented heart lacked the capacity to process it all.
Yet, I kept turning the pages until one day, a new part of my journey shone a spotlight on the iced-over sections.
Now, I know they are there. On occasion, I feel a thaw but it hurts. It hurts too much and I have to flip the pages forward once again.
I am willing to rewrite the past so that my future is clean and bright.
Love comes to us in every form. It takes courage to embrace however it shows up, even in its most frozen iteration.
As we thaw our way to wholeness, the story becomes a melting away of self-identity right to the heart-center of the Light within.
Unchanged, unflappable perfection. Gold already spun, shining through every ice storm imaginable.
Shining through as You.
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