Vulnerability, it taps into the places of our beings. It’s where our truth lives, and it’s where the essence of our humanness resides. As we get older we often find ourselves further away from the ability to expose ourselves in complete raw openness.
It’s not that we never had the ability to be a book of thousands upon thousands of words ready to be read, but, sometimes in the sharing of our life’s chapters the book was closed by those reading along with you. Each time it was closed represented another moment of wanting to retreat further and further back.
As we continued to become a protector of our being we found ourselves holding onto those vulnerable places very securely/tightly under lock and key. We don’t forget about their existence, but they lay there resting. Wishing/wanting to be exposed but long forgetting the feelings of safety that allow them to be so fluid, they are like a waterfall gently cascading it’s way through mountainous terrain – beautiful/daring, but hidden away.
As we continue to journey on the roads before us we discover new beings. We find ourselves yearning and wanting to live from our light, our truth, so we can be our truest selves at all times with those who carry a light which energetically connects with our own. We want all parts of us to be known, respected, understood and not judged. We meander in and out of the energy of a delicate dance, be who you are or remain locked away and not open to the possibility that light will find its way in.
We find ourselves remembering and not wanting to focus on all that came before, you know, the energies that found it difficult in accepting you…ALL OF YOU, and not wanting to change/mold/design you into anything other than the magical human that you are and that you always have been. There have been those who have run, those who have pushed back and those who have stood still not knowing how to hold space for you and your being.
It happens though. It happens when you’re in a place of wanting to allow yourself to stand naked with vulnerability once again because you have grown tired of hiding in the corners of your internalized truth.
You find yourself living from your truth, your light. Then it hits you, you no longer know how or wish to do anything else. You are you, and you deserve/need to be who you are. Your light. Your heart. The you that you have always pushed a little further into the corner because you wanted to protect that piece you had from further destruction.
As you find yourself standing there naked, dripping with your vulnerability once again, the fear/anxiousness that you have become accustomed to surging through your being begins it’s swimming through your veins. At first, you want to stop, you want to say to yourself, “Go back to the shoreline! It’s safer there!”. Yet, you allow yourself to go a little bit further out. You are opening up to this person walking beside you and something different starts to happen. As they received your being and the pieces of your life quilt that you were sharing, they did not run. They did not jump on you or come at you with judgment. They did not shame/blame you, and they did not try to fix you. They simply held space for you and responded from a place of appreciation and acceptance. Hours go by and they reach out to you later on in the evening, and they thank you. They thank you for allowing yourself to be so vulnerable with them and how much they appreciate the fact the you took the risk in doing so.
Who is this magician that stands before you? This beautiful being who knows/understands that the very wet/tattered wings that have carried your being through a lifetime of flying/evading, have now found safety/comfort in their hands/their listening.
You have a little bit of fear and wonder if they can withstand all of the pieces both past and current, but as the road continues to journey forward you continue to realize that they are true. You continue to see that the light/being that presented themselves to you not that long ago have not transformed into anything other than the magical human that they are, and equally as beautiful…neither have you.