At first there’s an attitude of endurance, tolerating a fate that you perceive as yours to bear. The Long Suffering Savior walks uphill, bent double, with a burden of shame on their back, trampling their own needs, desires and dreams into dust.
Next, a shameless awakening, long forgotten dreams call out from the shadows with ghosts emerging in the mist. In a messy explosion from the depths, a creative fire emerges that won’t be denied. It’s intense and consuming but truth is what remains, all else melts away.
Then there’s an opening, into the way of the Wild. The pure lust for life has always been here for you to claim, the ancient one cackles. Besides, shrinking and shrivelling never did suit you much, she sings.
How else can we leave this Earth without regret when it is our time, knowing that there was all this delight to savour but we were just too afraid to risk?
Your soul is adventure, fear on the other hand is perfectly happy for you to never get out of bed. Courage is who you really are, when fear hasn’t talked you into believing that it’s the other way around.
Don’t you long to soar? To feel your full wing span opening in flight, gliding majestically in the currents, catching eddies in the breeze? There’s a time for play in the nest and it’s beautiful, but staying on once it’s over is unnatural and ugly. The big skies are calling your name, won’t you come?
Boruca Jaguar Mask from Costa Rica