In my experience, we are all on our own spiritual path yet completely, intrinsically, tied together. One organism, one breath, one living creature, longing to see our own reflection. Yet we are not content to be one part of a whole, there is a great gnashing of teeth, clawing, and clinging to the edges of the path for safety. It seems, the hardest and easiest place to be is in the middle itself. It’s peaceful there, calm and if we can be still long enough to get used to the scratchy uncertainty of it all, it’s the only place we can ever be.
But we must scratch the itch, right? It’s squirmy in those hot ashes of self-reflection. What is my image and what is yours? The answer is always yes. So, our minds race, our stomachs ache, our muscles twitch and our earlobes itch. If we make ourselves sit still long enough to listen to our inside voice what will we find? Parts of us fear we will find nothing, an empty husk, parts of us fear finding a terrible person, unworthy of love, parts of us even fear we will find the best pieces of ourselves so enamored we are with our dark places.
The only thing we will ever find is the unhealed, the unaccepted, our shadow selves. When we can muster up the courage to turn, and look at our shadow, there is no longer a need to be afraid of the dark. There is no longer a need to project it outside of ourselves and as it turns out, there is nothing to fear, our self-absorption, our pride, our fear of our own anger and the damage it causes, it’s all there, like we always knew it would be. And it’s okay because if I accept it in me then I accept it in you. We are one organism, one breath, one living creature, reflecting each other back to ourselves.
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