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I’m naked

naked

I’m standing by a stream with friends. I’m naked, but their clothes remain fixed. They’re shy and unable to reveal. Their clothes don’t fit but they still stay on. It’s a dream but it feels like I’m there, because our dreams are real and inform us to the patterns of our lives.

They are me, the me that wants to remain clothed, the me that doesn’t want to show, the me that doesn’t want to be vulnerable, the me that wants to hide from it all.

But I’m the naked one, the one that must reveal.

And so here I am, sharing, because I must, because anything else will leave me in a handed down style that doesn’t quite fit.

But it’s not just me. At some point you have to undress and expose yourself to the world, as you let us know who it is that you really are.

Of course it’s a journey, but at some point you have to show.

It’s scary to be vulnerable, but that’s the risk that you have to take, because that’s the work that you’re here to do. Because when you’re in a suit that you hate you’ve lost the track that you’re meant to be on.

At some point you have to take it off, the one the others told you to wear, get naked, and reveal to us who it is that you really are.

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