The Rooms We Have Yet to Enter.
A reflection on the unseen, the unspoken, and the parts of us still waiting to be known.
What if what we push away never really leaves us?
If we cast away our grief, our fear, our anger, does it disappear, or does it deepen within us with each time?
My own deflection was exposed this morning. I had been telling myself a lie for so long that I hadn't recognized it anymore.
After realizing how often we project our pain outward, I wrote this piece. A reflection on what happens when we finally face our shadows, in this case my shadow.
While holding a tepid cup of water, watching dawn crawl across the mountains with pale yellow light, I realized I had been telling myself a lie. It was not just a small lie, but one that burrows deeply underground, mostly unnoticed. We protect ourselves with these comforting deceptions. However, they only obscure the truth.