light houses

He tells me to write, and he’s not wrong. It’s the best thing I can do, in any situation, but especially in this phase which feels very much like an in between, a holding, or a lily pad as described before. I know where I’m going. And where I am now, feels not quite like it. Like being on a train, but just not yet at the stop.

So, I write on a Friday night, and I can feel emotions bubbling behind my eyes because I know I have to surrender to what is, and that things may be uncomfortable at times. Conversations might feel stark and icy in order to secure the next steps. But I think then, to myself, that if everything I am doing comes from a place of love, then any bitterness is just perceived. Maybe even just feared, and not real at all. Maybe that’s where we all need to get to. A place where we recognize that all of our challenges may just be not quite as real as we deem them to be, but are more like lighthouses leading us down the right path.

Perhaps this challenge as frustrating as it may be is just a lighthouse. To show me what I need to move away from. To bring me closer to what I truly need.