“Run for, run for those hills babe
let go of the dark days.
let go of the world.
Make it all up as you dance along
just like we all have done,
for all of our lives.
It all comes, it all comes when
it wants to, not when you want it to,
at the strangest times.”
The practice of staying present, staying soft, staying brave when its hardest to. The commitment to breathing all the way through anger, or resentment, or pain when it presents itself. Not around it, but through it. Not away from it, but into it. Dissolving it with presence and compassion. Unraveling the words that fling straight into your gut and aim for your heart. Remembering that once you were loved here, once you were face to face with a friend. Guarding your own love, determined to not let it burn down with the house, to not let it lift like smoke. Because love is what keeps us kind, keeps us soft, keeps us moving forward.
But holding your heart safe from the flames, learning how to rise up anyway. Letting go of the dark days even as they happen, shedding the fear even as it surfaces. Hands on your own soul, eye contact with your own thoughts. Letting them say what they need to say before you open your hands and let them lift away.
Once @thetypeahippie told me, “Everything will be okay because we will make it okay.” And that’s the mantra. All will be well. We will make sure that it is.
Don’t slip under, don’t grow hard, don’t lose your own soul in exchange for revenge. Revenge is not a language your good heart speaks. It is a language that fear teaches you, ache presents to you, and desperation convinces you of. Let the shame live anywhere else. But not here. Not in your body, not in your energy, not in your mind. When it comes for you, run for the hills. Find a place to breathe and forgive. Find a way to cut the rope and set yourself free.