Hello dear souls,
I’ve decided to start a project for one month of sharing my deepest, most genuine and sincere fears.
My intention is not to add to our climate of fear in this world, but to to expose, to bring to light the shadow side of self so that the light may find it, so that healing can take place, so that I can participate in the amazing movement I see around me in which vulnerability becomes strength, so that we can share our stories and appease our fears together. So that we can overcome our fears, the negativity it generates, and move toward a peace in the soul, a peace in the world.
I encourage and welcome the sharing of your stories of fear, too. You are not alone.
At first glance,
coming into the space,
there is bright light
casting darkness within.
The luminescence overpowers.
It is alluring, mysterious, it blinds.
We can stay here for a moment,
either terrified of the shadows
or subsumed by a desire
to merge with the light.
But everything changes,
And here is the invitation:
(there is a seat waiting for you)
and look through the fiery frame,
to watch the parts slowly appear,
to witness life unfold.
To gaze outward,
with the clear and deep memory
of how this light first penetrated you,
to feel this illuminated self
and the outer spaces as one,
to feel the power and grace
of bringing self to world,
to do what’s needed,
to make things right,
to honour the shadows
and to find the light.
– Tammy Takahashi
Take the time you need
to enter into the shadow;
this brilliantly dark place
is your sculptor of light.
I love the way darkness frames
a most colorful entry to light,
not engulfing, not obliterating,
but celebrating our passage there.
I love how the colors of my childhood
both veil where I am preparing to go,
and emit their own spectral flavor,
cutting through my rationalizations,
inviting the little girl inside of me,
the seed of the woman I am still,
everyday, becoming, to be here,
every last part of her perfect being.
I love every last inch of this place,
that cocoons every last part of me,
holding nothing back in its embrace,
the darkness all consuming, total,
the promise of the brightest world
lying just on the other side
of my pretty, precious obstructions,
for me to linger with, converse with,
and finally, when I can, let go,
this space of dark and light
reminding me above all else
that until we die, we should live,
until the end, there is every beginning.