The first time Jordan slipped away into a dream, she barely noticed.
The first time Jordan slipped away into a dream, she barely noticed.
She was not chosen. Not anymore. Broken on the 33rd parallel, she was no longer chosen. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat, she was no longer chosen. Love stopped choosing her.
Acknowledging that opposites can both be true is freeing. It’s a huge change in self-protection for many of us, especially those of us who have been taught to battle opposing views for our entire lives.
When we commit to living inside the vulnerable, we recognize our internal opposites and begin to accept the opposing views of others as also truth and non-threatening to our safety and security.
So, this is 48. This is midlife. This is heartbreak. This is raw emotion and true vulnerability, which I still believe is the purest form of love, and if I cannot share my vulnerabilities with my partner, I will begin to face them myself because I own them. And they do not make me weak.
The silence grew loud…
The emptiness heavy…
The anger tenacious.
But it didn’t start that way. Love was beautiful. Love was kind. Love was patient. Love was vulnerable. In the days of light and mercy, love melted into her with unscathed passion on a beautiful summer day.
Building walls stops us from working on ourselves and living in a truly authentic space. Living inside the vulnerable allows authenticity with ease. #LivingInsideTheVulnerable
I have faced fear, rejection, deceit, and so much more in the face, willing time to freeze so I can get off the crazy train and settle down by a peaceful brook where I no longer have to look at the world. Life doesn’t afford many of us the power to walk away stepping into peace. So I continue to face it, and the only way out is through it all.