“You’re different. Not “normal”.
You don’t fit their boxes; their definitions, expectations, labels, tags and examples. You broke the mold.
You’re the untamed one. You’ve become the one they talk about, whisper about, the one gone wild. You’re the one that got away.
You’re the one they don’t recognize, the piece that doesn’t fit, the one that wasn’t made using a cookie cutter. Every nickname, assumption and association doesn’t even stick anymore you’re so Teflon coated.
You could conform. You could start to settle for the shallow and the superficial. But your soul would never let you; your heart demanding the beat of a different drum which marks each step along this path.
There came a time when you put it all out there. When you sacrificed the masks and just sort of let it all hang out for the world to see and said it didn’t matter anymore who saw you. And if everyone runs, it’s less people to write Christmas cards to.
This can be a lonely place. This can be a place where you start to doubt everything. Every move, every breath and every heartbeat on this road that has led you to stand exactly where you are. But there is something here to, besides the unending shroud of night.
There is a treasure that is found in the catacombs of loneliness, a concealed jewel that offers eternal promise. There at the center of all that you are lying in the heart of darkness it has the potential to offer you everything that you could ever want. If you crack it open and exhume the shining jewel inside, you see the value. You see the truth at last.
Once you dust it off on your shirt and see the shine, everything makes sense.
This once buried wonder offers us the key to everything that we are, all the gifts and medicine that is hidden within our spirit.
Here in the silence of the world it lies, bathed in shadow and silenced to all ears but you. And you really need to sit and listen. Which is why you’re alone. Can you imagine trying to discover the truth of all that was you in a loud screaming room? Every voice around you competing for the stage?
The longing of loneliness is the birthing chamber for the light of your true self, all of the old falling away what doesn’t fit. This nest of desire deep within is a transformational catalyst that rises like the Phoenix once everything else has fallen away. This is a place of divine alchemy.
Some moments of lonely clarity last a moment, some last for what seems like eternity. But there is a light at the end of the tunnel; and that light is you.
The gift of loneliness is one that is afforded to us to gain clarity to see. And once you grab the truth of this gem, of the medicine and gift of all that you were born to be and walk out of the tunnel, you will never be alone again.”
“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”
― Frida Kahlo