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a fighting chance.

we all do this: we arrive having forgotten. we don’t know the lifetimes we carry until we are awakened to them. we go for awhile, wondering why we are beautiful to some and ugly to others. only the people who love us can see past the mud on our faces. they provide compassion, connection and receptivity as we work through the layers and build-up from lifetimes of journeying.

when people get a sense for the strength in what we’re carrying, they tend to unload everything they’ve been carrying. this doubles our load, even as we are barely awakening to the lifetimes we brought with us into this one. while all this weight makes us stronger, the heaviness is tired and miserable. we eventually have to stop carrying what’s not ours. we have to stop unconsciously pumping our loved ones with the chaos and negativity that was unconsciously loaded onto us over years and that we pick up unconsciously in the day-to-day. we must be so careful to avoid negative speech because it feeds (rather than heals) our wounds.

we wake up to others’ pain and then we wake up to ours, which is how and why and the extent to which we unconsciously agree to accept others’ pain into our energetic bodies. we have to compost all this negativity, so the flowers that were meant to blossom and give fragrance in this lifetime, have a fighting chance to do so.