Brave Enough to Be My Own Self

When an inner situation is not made conscious, it happens outside, as fate

(C. G. Jung, Aion)

For reading "Resolve", we recommend

listening "Relentless Pursuit"

by Gavin Luke and Howard Harper-Barnes

Behind the portal,

a winding path opens.

Brave enough

to be my own self.

Brave enough

to learn my trade.

Brave enough

to enter

the complexity of things

without being swallowed

by the noise.

There are problems

that arrive like storms.

There are doubts

that tighten themselves

around the heart.

There are questions

that do not yield

until we kneel before them

with patience,

humility,

and fire.

And so we begin.

We take the most complex problems

and break them down

into their simpler parts.

That allows us to see them clearly.

Breaking the whole into its constituent parts.

Understanding the pattern.

Making visible the invisible thread.

Making sense of it all.

Slowly,

the knots loosen.

Untying problems,

clearing doubts.

Discovering the mysteries

hidden behind closed doors.

What was heavy

begins to breathe.

And then,

not as arrogance,

but as grace,

certainty arrives.

A quiet certainty.

The kind

that stands still

inside the bones.

And then,

all things

begin to make sense.

A portal opens.

A solution

is conceived.

The path

becomes clear.

With that same resolve,

we keep on walking.

Something in us

remembers

that we were made

for this.

We embark with determination.

Walking purposefully.

The walking itself becomes the arrival.

And the arrival, a new walking.

Decisions are made.

Discernment is exercised.

The soul sharpens.

The heart softens.

The mind serves.

The body follows.

And little by little,

we become brave enough

to be the best version of ourselves.

Not the perfect version.

Not the approved version.

Not the version

shaped by fear,

performance,

or expectation.

But the true version.

The remembered version.

The one

we came here

to love,

to serve,

to remember.

Starting anew,

going through death

and rebirth

Tending to the wounds,

with forgiveness

and compassion.

Remembering who we are,

without clinging to who we were.

To resolve

what remains

tangled.

Until we are whole again.

May we have,

the courage to resolve,

the humility to learn,

and the love to become.

Yo lo Creo/

I believe, and so it is.