Living in
the light of love is terrifying. Hiding
under the cloak of darkness is like returning to the womb. It is safe.
It is hidden. It is connected. It is known.
It is warm. Most importantly, it
is limiting, for the womb shunts our growth.
Yet, we
return to the dark, limiting comfort of the familiar time and time again. Like a newborn gasping for air, we scream for
all we have known.
When thrust
into reality we recoil with discomfort.
The truth of reality shines light onto that which we wish we could hide. That is until, we courageously face the
light. After the initial blinding, we
are warmed by the embrace of the exotic.
We are comforted by the love of truth.
We see that we are safe despite the unfamiliar territory.
Like the
newborn suckling the mother’s breast. We
are warmed by the foreign embrace of love.
We are held in the arms of the infinite universe. For the universe wants what is best for
us. The universe desperately seeks to
help us grow.
Life gives
us continuous opportunities to stretch into the unknown. These instances of leaving our place of
warmth are disguised as obstacles and are excruciating uncomfortable, at
first.
After the
first few tentative steps, we courageously learn we can walk among unexplored
land.. We learn that living in the light
of love is terrifyingly liberating. It
is worth the effort and the courage it takes to take those first steps.
