Honestly

Fairy tales frequently falling on our ears. Frequently told to us over and over. We love them, we consume them, we tell them again and again. We absorb them, and they make their way just under the surface. Close enough that it wouldn’t be hard to extract, but just deep enough that we don’t really notice that they are there. We hear things like institutionalized, we hear things like subconscious and we find ourselves in a world without blame. It isn’t our fault, we didn’t know, we don’t.

But is that all there is? Is that where the thought finds its finale. Or can we continue to push ourselves to a place where we acknowledge and accept what we have found to be true. Can we shout out from the roof tops that we didn’t know and we’re sorry and we want to change.

Can we find the kindness and compassion to be good to ourselves while being real.

For where are we without the real, raw conversations. The ones that prick those around us and leave us feeling regretful for oversharing. Where would we be without pressing up against the bounds of what our social constructs have permitted us to say. We would be trapped. We would be forgotten. We are unable to stand up for our actions.

Over the last several year the pain and suffering of those around has become unbearably loud. The over consumption of our planet, the stories we tell ourselves about why we need things. The pain we inflict on others, to get ahead ourselves. The lack of empathy and understanding and the harsh judgement we use to push ourselves above the pack.

All so we can drown our own pain in substances that absolve us from facing the responsibility we each carry. We watch it, we drink it, we eat it, we smoke it, we post it, we say it, we fill the space. We fill it all in so that we no longer have to hold space or make space for that which would bring progression and meaning.

How do we pause. How do we ask those around us to help us.

How do we make a full and complete stop. To the consumption, to the exploitation, to the cottonballs in ears and over eyes and filling mouths. How do we open into honesty. Give ourselves over to the honesty that brings pain, but with it waves of the greatest love and joy and appreciation.

How to give ourselves over to each moment. Consciousness in each moment. Is this not enlightenment. Is this not the beginning of the newest chapter.

Is this not the foundation for which we connect back to the mother. Is this not the foundation for which we connect back to the well of ourselves.

Feel the water all around.