Sometimes I'm fragile... Like a strong gust of wind or the slightest touch of a finger will break me into 1 million pieces. It's an odd energy to be in.
To be that open and vulnerable... it's terrifying, it makes me want to run and hide.
Although the space is foreign and challenging; it feels oddly comforting, like part of me is at peace from this gentle growth. This is an odd energy to be in...
In these times, I hold myself energetically. I love on myself a little harder. I'm learning to be even more gentle with myself.
In this time I feel like a beautiful cracked glass vase; if I mishandle myself I'll drop to the ground and will be gone forever.
But maybe that's what needs to happen... Death to the woman used to be. Allowing the woman I was created to be, to be put together day by day, piece by piece, until I return to the Most High vision of who I am.
And although this energy that I'm in is odd; I am learning the art of having grace with myself... to mother and nurture myself. What a beautiful energy to embrace!
Have you ever felt like this before? Like life cracked you open and exposed all the things that make you feel unsafe? How do you handle yourself (and others) in these moments?