Saturday, September 29, 2108
When big things happen, the wind inside you stops moving and you start to lose parts of yourself - almost as though that sacred, faithful wind has been holding you up all along. When someone takes something away from you in a big way, it can be difficult, if not impossible to find a way to make that part of you fill up again.
Even as you move on, every now and then when something appears from the corner of your eye or from a shadow and reminds you of this loss, more of your wind, more of your air, leaves.
Your sails come down.
If it hasn't happened to you then you don't know what I mean. It's not something that you can imagine - you have to feel it. Whether you're a man or a woman, you know what I mean. The ground shifts from under you forever.
There’s a fear that sits in underneath your ribs and pushes down into your belly that wakes up. It’s hard to understand what's going on in there but you just know that something good is leaking out. Something like trust.
The hard part is, that around that same time you are being called upon to be the strongest you have ever been and, to have confidence in your wisdom right when your world has shifted beyond measure.
If you're lucky you'll find somewhere safe to share but that's not always the case. If you’re lucky you will find others looking to understand and heal, not judge and use you to feel superior.
We are a world of broken souls. So many of us forget. The light on our brokenness will turn to the next thing as our world turns - to heal itself. Find your tribe. They will be there holding you up just in case the air does not return.