Friday evening
droops from a week's herculean effort. Workers freed by 5 o'clock don't looked gladdened. Trudge. Grudge. Dangling dreams of respite mixed with city sirens, and low-grade self-pity, suddenly INTERRUPTED by an outrageous SLAP from conspiring petals planted at a bustling corner to uplift the weary with beauty and hope. The worker bee remembered her crown, adjusted it, while deciding: "Well, if they can keep their splendor in rushing fumes and angry horns, so can I." And if the world had told her "No," it was only because she agreed.
She had, somehow, allowed herself to sway and bend with the limits of others. But then, the sun rose. And she saw. And knew that "No" was now a thing of her past. So she opened herself, and let the dream-seeds in her heart receive Light and Air. With a mother's love, she spoke to them: "I am ready. I am ready to host your sweet growth inside me. I am able. I am able to nurture you into something real and gorgeous. I am yours. I am yours to speak and write through. Yes. Completely, yes." |
The question "How are you?" is PROFOUND. But it has been watered-down to a synonym for "Hello." Forced or fake auto-responses of obligated okay-ness are expected. (And if you are going through something tragic, it really doesn't matter! Every social encounter OPENS with this well-established Ritual of Insincerity.) The question "How are you?" prompts an answer that begins with "I AM _____________." This means many times each day, you are invited to SPEAK THE MOST POWERFUL STATEMENT that can be spoken of yourself. And the socially-expected thing to do, is be QUICK + SLICK with your answer. For a change... TAKE YOUR TIME, and tell your truth. ✍🏾 |