HUMBLE WARRIOR---Where do you begin? With one step, thats where. How do you keep going? With those that love you, or randomly cross paths with you, holding you up. Miraculously supported yet again, by your own internal echo of support, fluttering restful airy moments of humility when you need to rest, breathe and pause. Its a layer of love. Its a cacoon. Its safe and sound. Where does strength, bravery, patience, peace, and perseverance come from? Everywhere. Its everywhere. Who is it available to? All of us, at all times. I, as we all truly are, have always been and will forever be a brave, free warrior soul. For as long as I can remember, Ive been in awe of this beautiful life, come what may. Ive been gracefully building from the basement of my own being, this jungle of a life, and Ive always heard a guiding rhythm deep in the drum of my own heart beat every step of the way. Dancing was never an option. Traveling was never an option. Adventure, expression, experience, grace and love has always been the source of the hunt. Yet, in spite of this framework of fiery freedom, and this constant supply of supporting sources, there has long been a lurking layer that prowls aimlessly around my campfire. Fear. Constantly stalking, waiting to show its teeth, begging for hesitation and doubt. Creating the illusion that there arent enough resources, Im not ready, or strong enough, and ultimately costing myself more energy to simply go and be where I ultimately must anyways. This tiger quietly purrs what if the worst thing happens keeping my pace flickering, and the steps slow, and my hands trembling. Well suddenly, about a month ago, that animal and I sat eye to eye, heart to heart, warrior to warrior. I stopped letting it pace around my fire and simply invited it to the surface of my self. I breathed, stood tall, with my tribe behind me, and it retracted its claws and teeth. Heres all I can express after coming out of the black box of surgery last week, and the three weeks leading up to it. That tiger of fear is a kitten or a beast depending on how you move to it, around it, or with it. The humility to recognize the diversity of the jungle, and the wild layers of life, love, and self as your ultimate defense is all that is necessary to prevail and keep stepping. The warrior cannot be tamed if the heart beat of self fire is maintained and constantly watered as gifted by grace. I am wellness. I do not waste the beats, and I am less afraid of fear than I have ever been. Fear is not the animal we are fighting. Its the fear of the fear, and once confronted you literally fly over it. Like a butterfly escaping the stalk of a tiger, no longer on the same ground. Untouchable, Free, divine human spirit...Gracefully guilded, safe and sound. May we all be wellness. Dont waste the beats. Namaste.
Posted on: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 22:20:47 +0000
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