Ommm Illuminate: Sunlight Splatters Dawn with Answers

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My Truth said to me:

Illuminate the dark corners of your soul. Those places you found within yourself in your darkest moments. Places that resonate with your lowest self. Places found in times of anger, times of starvation, times of brokenness. The places you shut the door on as soon as you left, and in hopes to disown them. But they are of you.

No one is without these places. The ones that show you how dark the night can be. The ones that expose your weakness. Ones that leave your faith bruised and battered. But you don’t speak of these fragile places. To share them is to share your failings. You fear the world would find you unloveable.

But you cannot deny them to yourself. Your nature will not permit it. If you deny your brokenness, how can you work to be whole again? Your darkness is but a part of a whole darkness. Everyone has their portion. You need not know its depths in anyone but yourself. And to know, you must shine a light upon those dark places within and see the landscape of your soul. Those dark corners were meant only to turn you in a new direction. Deeper stores of strength and resilience were around the bend to replenish your well.

Now that you can own where you’ve come from and can accept your negative self, you will see the Way more clearly. You need to see the whole picture if you honestly desire to navigate towards your Truth.

Illuminate the dark corners of your soul. You cannot know your true center if you’ve never seen your edges. Acknowledge those places that forced your growth. You must let life stretch you and allow your soul to fill the space it creates. Then you must open your heart so it may shine a light of its own.

As dark as the night, so shine the day. Embrace the whole of your darkness to expand your light. Let love illuminate your soul.

“Darkness is your candle. Your boundaries are your quest.” ~ Rumi

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Mother, Wife, Healer, Hopeful Suburban Homesteader. . . Words are my mind's tools; writing, my soul's craft; this circus of life, my heart's muse.
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