Centipede {{ firstname }} ,
These days I feel both numb and alive. I feel a part of my heart has hardened to the onslaught of dire news. And, yet, a part of me is blooming and bright.
I've started writing again, working on a novel, I started in college, almost 10 years ago now.
I feel so aligned and yet the world around me feels so unaligned. I find myself wondering how curious it is that I have been blooming in a concrete world. If I'm being honest, fFor a few years there, I thought I might swing either way. I was so close to becoming calloused and cold, but every time, something within me begged me to soften.
It felt dangerous because I didn't feel safe at the time.
So, I set parameters. I softened for just a few seconds... and then a few minutes... until I could soften even around people who triggered me.
And I've noticed something peculiar.
When I soften — when I don't react to their malice or attempts to manipulate and scare me — they too soften. They find a new topic, sometimes a new target, but something within them softens too. It's as if a small part of them responds to my softening.
We each possess a Deeper Self.
An aspect of our being that remains whole and intact, regardless of the harm and harshness we experience in this life.
I've noticed that every time I soften into my own Deeper Self, those around me soften too.
Don't get me wrong, they eventually return to their habitual way of thinking and acting, but for a moment we become coherent and something new begins to take shape...
Then, the next time we happen across a moment of coherence, we lay another brick down on that foundation. It feels like a slow process when only one person is dedicated to softening, but something new does start to take shape.
As we look out into a world that is getting more and more hardened, each of us weary of each other...