It was supposed to be so beautiful, this story of mine.
A fairy tale, really. It certainly wasn’t supposed to involve an emotional and physical breakdown and a trip to a hospital for anxiety and exhaustion. Certainly not that.
Even so, this story is sacred ground.
For when my life fell apart, I began to learn what Seeking The Still really means.
In the middle of the storm…be still.
When you don’t know what tomorrow will bring…be still.
In the glow of majestic sunsets…be still.
On your knees…be still.
On the mountain top…be still.
In the pain and panic and uncertainty…be still.
Between inhale and exhale…be still.
In a loving embrace…be still.
No, this journey will not be a tidy story of a fairy tale life. It will be messy, and it will be truthful.
And you, darling, are invited to journey with me.
You know who you are.
You are the brokenhearted. You are the survivors. You are the lonely and confused. You are the wise. You are the caregivers. You are the loved ones. You know there is more than the visible. You have won, and you have lost. You have been a warrior on the arena floor, bloodied, bruised, and broken. When I look into your eyes, I know that you know. You know the pain. You know the fear. You are a fellow seeker, dear one.
You know that beauty rises from ashes. You know that unlearning is necessary for growth. You are not content to get by in this world. You want more. You love well. You want to raise your hands in worship. You want to breathe the breath of life. You seek the truth and know it will set you free.
You and me, the seekers of the still. We’re in this together. We will walk side by side through the darkness and dance with joy in the light. Brave is what you are. You are brave to get curious about your feelings. You are brave to go deeper. You are brave to shed the weight of this world. You are brave to give up the control. To surrender. You know the divine is everywhere, in everything, and in everyone.
Seeking the still is for you. It is for me. Thank you for sharing this journey with me, Messy Miracle. Freedom comes with every word.
Ready to begin, Messy Miracle?
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