Shadow as gift

our untold stories have no place to go than in the chambers of our heart. it really is our choice to speak them, write them, show them, sing them. good old one - the idea is just an idea, and it will stay just an idea until we do something about it and take action.

deep down there, in the depths of our hearts the untold stories learn how to wait for “perfect” moments to knock on our door of consciousness and try to give us glimpse of possibilities and potential within us. we often turn blind eye adn pretend the inner knocking is nothing, just a coincidence. the more we don’t hear, the more story turns to hide in shadow.

but behind the shadow, there is always a prize of our uniqueness, our unique path, our dharma so it feels.

what if i try to change perspective on how i look at shadows and wounds, and rather then something “i have to work on”, i instead sit with it and start a conversation with it curious to know what gift of mine is it trying to show me? i change my context and with it the content in which i relate to it. i now really want to hear it because it is there for me, working for me and it turns out it is fully supporting me. just in a messy way, but still!

i now discover that i have special patience for it, love and kind words. hugs and slowness. this love in me, is present and deep. this newly discovered love for my shadows and wounds are where younique me starts feeling her gifts.

they are there, they are always there. we just need to change our angle of relating to it. a new perspective.