out of my comfort zone

In this light, I am. Chosen to live so far out of my comfort zone is where I began again with my great love, me. When you live in this way, it’s foreign at first. There’s glimpses of peace and touches of reasoning. Mostly, unnerving requests to bring forth the ugly parts first. Oh, it aches and it ached. Eventually, the ugly turn into beautiful. With its remains. You reside. It’s taken some time, if one is counting on such scales. I am not. Time doesn’t heal. Healing does the healing.
It is a choice, it is an action. There’s nothing subtle or passive about it. It’s like growing roots beneath the surface, rising to the occasion to say now is the time for this. Now is the time to say no, or change, or move, or gently walk away, or perhaps take fire to fields. For yourself. Shame, regret, blame, and lowered standards won’t live here to blind your path, no more, for yourself and the company you keep. Your time and your company, too precious to waste. This is why many that move into light walk alone, at least for a time, until they are graced with others fiercely loving themselves.
Remember, people can only meet you within the capacity to their own evolution. Meaning, their understanding of others is married to their own healing. Contentment for truth and integrity in others, upheld within. Authenticity to witness in another, softly piercing within. Holding space for vulnerability, being seen within. Forgiving others, merely a forgiveness of self.
Surety does not rest in protest, it settles by action. It is your thoughts, beliefs, habits, and actions for yourself and, in turn, for all. Light is not easy, it is necessary. Love is your power. #wordiness #writeyourheartout #writing