Long weekends are for chores and realignment. Reacquaint myself with long-form narratives. Reopen my abandoned journal to write about the dark and damp swamp that dwells inside me and calls out from time to time. To pay attention to things that need it. Not just glory and sunshine, but also melancholy and madness.
Nobody said healing is always smooth sailing. When hurt or sadness resurfaces, I remind myself: To gaze forward and upwards, we must learn to look back at it all when it’s asking to be recognized. There is no future self without the help of the past self. Realignment occurs because something went out of alignment. We must be kind to these wounded parts of us that falter out of orbit from time to time. They don’t know better. It’s up to the more evolved parts of us to affirm them. “I know you. I see you. I accept you. And how bright, easy, and loving my outer world reflects how bright, easy, and loving I allow my inner world to be.”
So today, I am reaching out a hand to the parts that have zigzagged out of axis lately. That are still mending and aching to be understood and loved. I hope – nay, I have faith – as I do for everyone this Holy Weekend, to tread the oft-difficult path back to light.
Love and light to you all.