The year in the life of each individual soul transcends many obstacles, barriers and unknown territories. Some of the places we go seem eerily familiar while others are new and welcoming like a freshly snow filled landscape. They are pieces of our beings like the light that breaks through the smallest cracks into the depths of our internalized darkness.
While we journey to these roadways and landscapes we often wonder what it all means and if there is anything we are supposed to walk away with or leave behind. Even in the comfort of the most inviting fire lit corners we can feel scared and apprehensive.
We need to remind ourselves to turn off the radio signals that are controlling the air waves of our minds. The airwaves that infiltrate our beings with the heaviness of things that cling to our skin like the mud of spring time rain. And, while the mud can dirty our external layers and cause us to feel unclean/unworthy that mud that affixed itself to our layers can be washed off with the same cleansing rain that put in there to begin with. It’s cyclical. It’s healing. It is as necessary to our well being as the eye opening moments of sunsets and moon risings.
Some of the most important journeys that we travel are the roads that knock us down and cause us to feel defeated. It is on these roads where we have the ability to remember that the light of our truth(s), the energy of which we wish to cast upon the world is ours, and it always has been. It is never there for anyone else to control or smolder like a campfire turning to ash.
Inside each of us is a Phoenix waiting to rise up and spread its wings. The tears that it cries bringing healing/love/understanding. That burning flame is with us, always. It presents itself in so many ways – new experiences/new love/new connections/new hope(s). And, within each of these experiences that fire simply seeks one thing – the respect to be appreciated for the brilliant flame that it is. The understanding that the warmth coming from its embers has been ignited over the years from various matches. Some of these ignited red burning ends of wood have been welcoming in their wood smoke scented joy while others hold deeper charred pieces of burned out bits of what was left behind. They are all part of that burning fire, that pile of lifetime ashes and the Phoenix wing’s which stir them each time it rises.
Let the ashes be stirred, let the wings unfurl, and allow your light to dance in the flames that are yours. Those who understand your burning will dance with you inside the fire.