A Plea To Remain Open And Vulnerable
In the depths of night, we unveil ourselves. Comforted by the fact that it’s too dark to see, we peel back our masks.
We send compassion and love over the airwaves. We channel and pour our souls into computer screens and across the world.
Satiated, we fall asleep under the cover of night. Full on a cellular and solar level. Content in our bones.
Then, we wake to a sun high in the sky. Squinting against the glare, we feel vulnerable. As if the sunlight could illuminate our cracks and crevices, secret wishes and hopes.
Afraid of being seen, we constrict our desires to the safety of the night.
Between blissful slumber and reentering the world –in the bright light of day – we resume our shackles to combat the terror of feeling naked.
Imagine a healing salve —aloe vera, lemongrass, tiger balm and lavender—being applied liberally to all of your deepest hurts. Slather memories of shame. Massage into fear.
Feel the terror and resist the temptation to close. Rise with excruciating vulnerability.
Remain open in the blare of the light. Channel the sun and radiate.
Allow yourself to be seen.