Patience
The likelihood of our healing often comes in days unchanged yet forgiven because at a place deep within we know time gives us the gratitude of enough room to breathe. Sometimes this is all we need, the space to breathe and the forgiving of time so we may quietly evolve into a new form of ourselves.
As moments sooth the hour glass the past becomes unfamiliar enough so that finally our right now may be the freedom from the shackles that once held us so. In this movement of being we find ways to stretch our arms beyond merely making it or dismissing the stings that whisper within us so that we may be able to envelope our sorrows and cradle our cries.
From the tips of our fingers we are then sweetening our own nectar finding ourselves as the bee, the pollen, and the honey. The beginning of this significance sends us into a liberation of facing all of ourselves and the pain comes first. It comes like holding our breath for too long and before the exhale. It comes so that we may know ourselves. It comes yes but there is always an exhale as long as there is room to breathe.
We are set on this journey that asks us to first dilute our murky water so our wells may be cleansed to replenish rather than poison. We feel our weakness. We see our crooked roads. We smell the stench of aging memories of what did not meet our deepest desires. We hear the truths of the ways we must reshape or limbs to hold us restored.
As we have been called rightly so into this transformation as it may, we must purge this pain and release these sorrows. As our insides clench themselves and our surface holds us tight the letting go sings glory for the deep desires that glow new lights of a greater being that always moved with us.
Our patience asks us to embrace days that seem the same because nonetheless we are changing. We are evolving. We are shedding layers beyond our dependency of calculating its progress with time. We are breathing, we are being, we are consuming the waters of our wells and in each dip down in the depths for replenishment we emerge from the surface different. Until we find this liberation as a whole process that means the pain must be enveloped as well, we will only see freedom long after and in the distance. Oh how it would be a greatness to rather have faith in all that we are now. Divine and ever moving from our bodies to the blooming of all that we desire, if we believed in the being of pain and the cradling of our cries we may not have to wait first for the bee to then find the pollen only to have the honey at a later time.
If we could only be liberated in it all right now we would yes have sorrow yet we would also drink the nectar and eat the fruit of our beauty all in the same
Beloved, since we are perfect imperfections it is in our patience we are healed.
