I've walked this path before, the one well worn. I know the feel of the crushed leaves, the bulging roots, the slippery wet rocks. I am familiar with its scents and secrets, its beauty but also its hazards. I've travelled this familiar trail so often that recently when I began my descent I was surprised to find myself unsure of my footing, slipping, loosing ground like a novice not the well worn traveler that I believed myself to be. Was I tired? Was I looking at the path in a different light? I felt uneasy I didn't trust the path or myself.
The next day in a clearing of space and time I sat and reflected. I pondered and wondered. I came to see that I had allowed the long dark shadows that fell across the trail to disorient me, to dredge up old beliefs to throw old stories ahead of my feet to trip me up and create doubts.
With time and patience I allowed the light of truth to fall across each shadow and slowly they evaporated. I was able to see very clearly my own abilities and worthiness again. There is so much beauty and goodness on each of our paths, however, we are never beyond the reach of old shadows that whisper our unworthiness, that cast doubt and whose boney fingers grip our heart with fear.
When that happens try getting still and remembering your light or if you cannot muster that, sit in the presence of a true friend one who can remind you of your light and your goodness, one who banishes the dark because they reflect your light back to you with gentleness and love.
Thank you for visiting My Turquoise Kettle Life today,
Blessings for the path,
Sandra
