Welcome,
Beautiful soul.
Please,
Just for this moment,
Put down the heavy shield.
Come and sit with me here on the floor of your own heart.
I see the parts of you that you have spent so much of your precious life trying to starve.
I see the soot,
Those dark,
Powdery residues,
Of the times you felt forgotten.
The bitter taste of the envy you've hidden behind a smile.
The cold ash of the shame that tells you to stay small,
To stay quiet,
To stay hidden.
You have been told these parts of you are unclean,
That they are shadows to be swept away before anyone,
Even you,
Is allowed to look inside.
But sweet friend,
Look at the exhaustion in your eyes.
Look at the way you've been holding your breath,
Trying to keep the doors of your inner house locked so the darkness won't get out.
You have been treating your own soul like a crime scene,
Standing over your wounds with a magnifying glass,
Waiting for a perfection that was never asked of you.
You do not need to be spotless to be holy.
You do not need to be light to be worthy.
Imagine for a moment that you are standing before an ancient hearth in the middle of a deep winter wood.
The fire has been burning for a long,
Long time.
And yes,
There is soot.
There is ash.
There are charred remains of things that didn't survive the heat.
But the soot is not a sign of failure.
It is the proof that a fire has been present.
It is the evidence that you have been brave enough to feel,
To want,
And to burn.
You are not broken.
You are simply seasoned.
Those dark,
Swirling feelings,
The ones that tell you that you are unlovable,
They are not your enemies.
They are the ink of your humanity.
They are simply waiting for you to stop trying to sweep them away and start recognizing that the fire is still alive beneath the ash.
Now,
Let's shift the frequency.
Move your awareness away from the clutter of the mind and into the crystalline center of your own chest.
Feel the warmth of your existence as the quiet golden embers.
Scan your body.
Where does the soot feel heaviest today?
Is it a tightness in the throat,
As if you've swallowed wood smoke?
A cold,
Heavy density in the pit of your stomach?
Reach for your love.
Imagine a pulse of liquid amber light,
A thick,
Honeyed humming frequency beginning to radiate from the very center of your heart.
This is the heat of your own sovereign presence.
Command the frequency to expand.
Watch as this amber light touches those charred,
Dark places.
See the soot begin to glow.
The ash is not being removed.
It is being transmuted into gold.
The darkness is turning into radiant warmth.
The residue of your pain is becoming a fuel for your own healing.
For your light.
You are the hearth,
And you are the fire.
You are the one who decides that your shadows are actually your holy offering.
Inhale,
I am,
And feel the heat of your own being.
Exhale,
The golden flame,
And let the warmth fill the house.
You are the winter,
And you are the heat.
The forest does not judge the fireplace for its smoke.
It simply welcomes the warmth.
Your shadows are just parts of you,
Waiting to be invited back to the fire.
Your worth is non-negotiable.
It is sovereign.
Carry this hearth heart back into your day.
When a shadow arises like a cloud of smoke,
Do not run to it.
Do not run for the exit,
Reach for your embers.
Remember that the most beautiful light is the one that has known the dark.
Take a final slow,
Velvet breath,
Feeling the golden heat in your bones.
When you are ready,
With a heart that is soft,
And a spirit that is unshakable,
Open your eyes.
Thank you,
Beautiful soul,
For the gift of your presence,
And for the grace of your softening.
Thank you,
For being exactly who you are.
