Could you tell me a time you felt fear?

Dear one,

I’m sorry you fell into the well of pain.

A place where no guidance can prepare you for the storm that so openly tears you apart;

A fear that no words can begin to explain;

A longing, that even once freedom and security comes, sends scarcity through your bloodstream, as you fear it pouring out, once more before you…

You may see those scars every day, that the world behaves so blind to;

You may feel the throbbing of a heart that no longer seeks what it once thrived on;

You may shy away from the temptation of infusing with another soul of this war that you know so well;

You may, ponder over the idea of letting light into your wound, yet let the vulnerability swamp your glimmer of confidence.

You may.

May you also, remember that you are guided through the tides that have felt like they’ve drowned you.

Your scars are seen, beneath the breathe of your brightest verse.

Your soul illuminates the peace you’ve been seeking, that you still bury so deep within you.

Your calling for more joy, love, acceptance and support is heard.

For now, dear one, listen to the whispers of your suffering.

Let the bruises and tears build you stepping stones, and defeat all of your fears.

Don’t let the pain dampen you. Don’t let it make you feel any less worthy than you are.

Don’t let the anger feed the fire of resentment. Let it feed back into the love burning within your heart.

Don’t let those who failed you, take away your token of receiving the best from those who will help you grow.

Don’t let the weakness of another, steal the strength of your own.

These scars, once warn with acceptance and courage, are the driveway to a wonderland of knowing; knowing all that you are capable of.

Whilst the pain may linger, surrender, and remain afloat in an ocean of tears, for the wind will change for you to sail into the horizon of abundance.

It may seem invisible, too far, and impossible to reach at times, I know. Keep your arms linked with those holding you up, and release your ties to the underworld that will forever try to pull you down. You will find clarity and direction.

It might not be your time to be fully in control, but it is your time to open up your hand. Allow space for someone to hold on to you throughout the ride.

When you’re ready to spread your wings, you can paint them together.

The old dust of yesterday and the darkness left behind in the night, will be renewed with the colours that have been there all along. They are yours, awaiting the opportunity to shine bright.

Only you can blossom your inner beauty, and allow them to glow again.

You are beautiful.

You are worthy.

You are heard.

You are guided.

You are loved

& You are love.