As the years pass, the protective covering gets harder.
Exposed to the elements of life, you trust less – doubt more.
A casing forms – similar to bark on a tree or the shell of a tortoise.
Layers grow over with each:
- Harsh word
- Violent act
- Painful illness
- Sad situation
It wasn’t always this way.
Try to remember.
Focus really, really hard.
Remember the tender, trusting warmth of that first friend, first crush, first kiss, first love.
Picture moments of music, dance and silly laughter.
See the face of the person who first believed in you, first trusted you, first loved you.
Let yourself go there.
Place yourself in these moments – before any disillusionment.
Don’t run from these memories – thinking that their impact is lost and forever gone.
Explaining the peace away as young naivete.
Hold the images.
Look at them.
Turn them over.
See them. Really see them.
It will start to happen.
Healing of the outside walls.
The protective covering cracks.
Chipping open . . .
. . . the outer hardness breaks.
The soft inside is warm and comforting.
It is still there:
Waiting for you.
Your heart is there.
Calling you back to who you truly are – who you are truly made to be.
Your heart is whispering.