Life is a journey, and we are all travellers
We enter the world with nothing but a small nap sack. Empty, save for our innocent souls…
Perfect and perfectly free.
New and alive, we listen to the sounds of our world.
Dancing, smiling, always free…
Our bodies grow and we become aware. Aware of our presence. Aware of our nakedness.
We find things we need to clothe our naked bodies and protect our vulnerable selves from the cold and dangerous new world we find ourselves in.
Tiny feet and hands need little shoes and gloves, the rocks under our feet kept at bay by rubber shields while precious fingers are protected from the cold.
Layers are worn, they keep us safe, warm and covered. Sometimes we are comfortable enough to choose soft gossamer threads, barely there layers, safe just as we are…
At times we have no choice, but to choose leather. Threatened, scared, cold and alone we put on heavy coats of protection.
Under the weight of our safety we dance less and less…
As limbs extend past infant sleeves so too must the layers change. Like a tree outgrowing its supple bark, it splits and curls, peeling to finally fall. Leaving a prefect new trunk, bigger and stronger but somehow still new…freed from the weight of all that dead bark, the tree begins to blossom.
The tree has no fear of letting go, but we do…
Clasping onto our too tiny layers, for fear of revealing what’s beneath, we tuck them into our nap sacks, add another layer, and continue on our journey.
Sometimes we hold on so tightly we simply put the new layers on top over of the ones already there, layers we no longer need.
Many times, many layers. Bulky and restricting.
Heavy knapsacks thrown over weighted shoulders, we trudge along our path. Never able to extend our branches. Feet barely shuffling, head bowed under the burden we carry.
Uncomfortable and pained. Shallow breath. Eyes closed.
Though the universe may send us sweet music on the winds, we are unable to dance…
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But what if we could shed those layers? Empty out the burgeoning nap sack?
With the weight surrendered we would look up to the sky, take a deep breathe, and skip lightly down the road…
We would stretch out strong limbs that desire to feel the sun
We would feel nothing but the wind on our skin
We would remember the lightness of our souls….