My how the time has flown, yet it's slowing down into tiny fractions of time zones.
I patiently observe each passing moment and no longer anxiously anticipate the next.
Through the reflections within the depths of the water, I've rediscovered my breath. I remember what I've always known, but seem to keep forgetting. The lights are slowly turning back on, like the lyrics to a favorite but forgotten song.
I cherish these revelations...
I get upset when I meet my past selves. Instead of offering guidance, wisdom, love without judgement. I throw my hands up in frustration. I blame the victim drama and become the oppressor their learned and sometimes prescribed behavior. 'Think for yourself,' I scream at them. 'Let go,' I berate them. 'Stop complaining,' I condemn them. 'Be brave,' I judge them.
Instead of watering, nurturing and bringing back to life, I cut away, discard, hide them in shame. Lack of compassion. Fear of relapsing... I distance myself completely because I begin to doubt my own power, my own grace, the reason for my creation.
Ubuntu: I am who I am because of who we are.
Esther was born in Utah, raised in Durham (Bull City), North Carolina. Over the last 6 years she has lived in 6 cities, 3 states, and 4 countries. She doesn't like traveling or anything...