When I was a child I was very sensitive. I cried easily, loved easily, and was quite
physically affected by everything.
The world was wonderfully, terribly intense. Bright. Vibrant. ALIVE with colors,
sounds, and emotions. Some intoxicating, some excruciating. As I grew older I
learned (for the sake of survival) to distance myself from this affectedness. I
grew strong, thick calluses around my tender places. I learned that being
vulnerable in a world full of suffering was dangerous. My heart needed to be
protected by an armor so strong it could not be pierced by the hate and
tragedy, the sorrow, and overwhelming hopelessness I encountered.
My spirit increasingly leads me to a place from
which I can find strength in vulnerability. I not only remember how it feels to
be affected, but I am allowing tenderness to find its way into my heart where
it may soften and melt all barriers, to bring me back to my original
perfection. Free from the illusion of fear. Safe in the knowledge that true
strength lies in Love. Love of life. Love of self. Love of All That Is, Was, or
Ever Will Be. We mustn't guard ourselves from that which is. We cannot seek to
limit our experience. It is through our total immersion that we liberate
ourselves. We are beings born of infinite Divinity. With this knowledge, may we
greet Life. Open and whole, without limitations or barriers against the full
potential which is our birthright. With no need to protect or shield ourselves,
let us swim fearlessly in the vastness of all that is. Succumb to Life's depths
and wade
playfully as well in the shallows.
-Love