The echo bangs on the silence as if trying to break open glass. I am reminded of the peace I felt yesterday, just a minute ago in the silence. The remembrance of who I am. That I do not need to be fixed that talking in fact boggles my mind. Fills me with insecurities, unsure of where I should go next. Left feeling stuck spinning round and round. I find that instead I want
silence.... beautiful silence... I want music and dance... companionship and love. I want it all. I want to dream it all. And I am scared. I am scared how people will see me. I am scared that I will not learn to sit still and breathe in the beauty of this world. I am frightened that the darkness of the world will out shadow all the good I want to bring. But the silence reminds me of truth. My mind stops wondering in circles I find my breath and it is all okay again. I am finding my way through the forest. Finding my voice once again. It's stronger than the last time I found myself here. Its different like I have found a new tone a new understanding to who I am. Who this beautiful soul is that lives inside me. I want to birth her out, she wants to come out and play. She wants to dance. Did I just say that aloud... yes she wants to dance and laugh until she cries. There is a joy that wants to burst out and most of all she wants to be loved. She has learned that indeed she does love who she is becoming. She is owning and she may still have a lot to learn. But in all earnest honesty she wants to shatter the glass. The silence makes the shattering easier. Its less like shattering now though, its more like the glass has turned into liquid that surrounds her and she is soaking up every last drop. Finding the person who she is becoming is magical beyond anything she could ever dream.
What is your dream? When was the last time you sat in silence? When was the last time you dreamed your soul's dream? Then its bound time you did.
