Snail Trail

I finally turned soft. I'm still getting used to it. The way you get used to snuggling into the most plush and comfortable pajamas. Everytime you slip them on, you are still pleasantly surprised as to how comforting they feel as the smooth material slithers alongside your skin. Wrapping you up into something that should have been yours all along.

After all these years of fighting the reality I created, I have finally learned to accept what is. Surrendering to the grace of the Divine instead of charging at it like I'm in it for the fight of my life. Now as things happen, I observe them with the still curious mind of mine, amazed at all the possibilities available to me and now choosing the comfort of being soft in receiving what is being served to me.

I can't tell you how many blows and near knock outs it took for my shell to crack and my ingrained defenses to not just come down, but stay down. The gooey tenderness of my heart finally able to seep through the cracks of this shell created from a lifetime of unwarranted fears, a slew of rejections and the unnecessary need to fit in.

Now I am at peace with people being at war with the world they choose to live in and being at war with themselves. My softness allows me to glide right over the hard edges of others, as they are coming at me. Not only leaving myself unscathed but leaving behind a trailing reminder to myself and others as to how I want to live my life..