The Road Less Travelled
The times have changed. They have ripped me apart; they have lunged me back into reality and they have stepped me up in the time of revolution. How can that be when we don’t know what we are dealing with? Sometimes we have to trust, trust our instincts. Be a martyr, be a pauper or be a stumbling block for the less fortunate. We all need that realisation that we can succumb to the life that we so desperately need for survival. A stumbling block that can lead the poor to find humanity and when that happens, the doors are less frightening and threatening for the ones walking through them.
We have an inkling that the roads less travelled are the ones that make us right again. The ones that can flourish when we find that road, find that way of life and hold steady the realisation that unbeknown to us we have another way of moving forward. This is called freedom. This is called living the life that can flourish and accept us warts and all. It is a hard road to follow. I have learnt many mistakes on the way but showing true colours can bring compassion, hospitality and mesmerising ways that catapult you to stardom. You see no matter what the outcome, we all live to tell another tale. Another sentence that we did not know before. Another fraction that can hold us steady in time.
The heartache I feel for the less fortunate as I walk down the street is no comparison compared to the heartache of losing my own ways. Losing my own trace, finding my feet and walking steady. I want that to shine brightly knowing that the world can be a better place when spacing yourself out for all mankind to see. The world can hold us accountable for our own actions. It can tip us over the edge but bring us back when we have had that cleansing. That is a fine word for recovery. Recovery can take many fractions. It is a steppingstone for each individual when finding their feet. We all hold onto the life we once had, does that serve us anymore?
Recovery can hold on to you, grip you with force and then throw you out the window again. That is when you winch yourself back into safety and climb through that window, time and time again. Don’t give up on the one true desire that catapults you to reach the mountain top of safety. That safety nest might be one door away, it might be a kilometre away. No matter where it is, stay safe. Have that shoulder to cry on, have the whimsical belief that no matter what day it is, you can hold your head high. Shout to the roof tops that belief and manifestation are a one stop shop away. The one true desire may take some time to comprehend but when the door opens you will know that you have made it home.
By Jacqui Ray
Sibella Publications/Luminous Wisdom:SOPHIA
www.growthhealing.com.au
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