This darkness isn’t punishment. This shadow that leaks over my heart is not here to eat me alive. This challenge is not here to bring me down in any way. This darkness is here to win my heart in the battle of self love. This darkness is here to initiate, to strengthen, to empower.
We cannot call upon the fire if we are not willing to be burned down to dust, only to find the courage to rise from the smoke.
We cannot call upon the water if we are not willing to have the tides take everything we “know” from underneath our feet.
We cannot call upon the air if we are not willing to be thrust into the winds of complete destruction, only to try and spread our wings a little bit wider.
And we cannot call upon the earth if we are not willing to sacrifice and surrender every last drop of fear to her body to be transformed into healing.
The work in this path of healing is real. The mystery is real. The unknown is fucking hard. The darkness scares me deeply. My heart aches for true self love and compassion. There is no easy way out of the tunnel. The light always remains. If only we remain patient we may kiss the sweetness again. But for now I will kiss the bitterness one thousand times over.
The darkness is not punishment. It is a practice. It is a prayer. It is a powerful moment of love awaiting birth.