Life can be tough or down right deceiving, bitter and humiliating, if we survive the shame. Life can be too cold, too hot, too bright or too dark, too friendly or too mean. Sometimes we must hide ourselves away, go quiet, concealed within ourselves, concealed within the darkness, concealed within our aroma. Sometimes we are like a wounded animal, curled up, raw and unready for the world. We must pause and allow a self-nurturing process to take place. This happens every night when we sleep. In the darkness, hidden, we protect ourselves, cocooned, as cells renew. We nestle deep within the darkness of ourselves, like a creature sleeping in the forest. In sleep, in rest, the inner dance of the cells begin to mobilize. The army of your spirit musters and gathers itself, Silently, without one needing to try or do anything. No need to make any effort. Simply be still and let your body heal.
Posted on: Sat, 17 Aug 2013 23:50:54 +0000
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