Spring cleaning, or clearing out clutter, aren’t the only way getting rid of old things.
Consider: Am I really living the way I really want to, in my heart of hearts?
What ways are you not fully yourself, because of fear?
What hurts, shame, have you been holding onto that aren’t yours? What can you give back? What energy could you reclaim?
What have you unconsciously ingested that isn’t yours that has shaped how you live and breathe?
What have you had to embrace because for some reason, it meant survival?
Is there room, now, to find some safety to be yourself, even if just a little bit more?
What parts of you long for expression, validation, and love? Name them. Name them. Name them.
There are postures, stances, shapes you may have taken for survival that aren’t a match for you now.
What shapes could you take now that would be a better match? Dance it out. Even if it feels so far away. It’s not.
The eternal invitation, whenever you feel safe enough, is to let go of what no longer serves you. And become sovereign in the Truth of Who You Are.
Rumi writes:
Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an ax to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like somebody suddenly born to color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.
