Forwarded from A New Day ✨
Tʜᴇᴏʟᴏɢɪᴀɴs ᴍᴀʏ ǫᴜᴀʀʀᴇʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍʏsᴛɪᴄs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ఌ
𝘔𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘌𝘤𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘵
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𝘔𝘦𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘌𝘤𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘵
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Many meanings in there. ☝️
And many allegories and stories to place them in.
And many allegories and stories to place them in.
One of the most poignant analogies I’ve ever come across in my life was given to me by my husband. It’s pretty perfect for right now as it seems the call to be truly authentic is in The Field.
It goes something like this:
You’re on the stage. You’re dancing and singing and trying to do your very best in your role. Your costume is itchy and your shoes are too tight, but you were told to wear them, so you did. You painted your face with thick makeup and you got out on that stage and started your routine.
The stage lights are hot on your face and you’re blinded by their brightness and your own preoccupation with performing well.
You’re sweating.
You’re starting to get tired.
Your feet hurt.
You keep a pasted smile on your face.
You keep going.
Dancing and smiling and twirling around up there. Wondering when your scene is going to be finished so you can rest.
And then, suddenly, the stage lights switch off with the giant THUNK that only large electrical circuits can make.
You wipe the sweat from your face and squint your eyes as they adjust…
And you look out into the auditorium to see rows and rows and rows
of
empty
seats.
Stop dancing.
Learn to dance for your own joy, in your own clothes, on your own terms.
There is no audience.
They’re all out dancing on their own stages.
Or maybe some of them are out barefoot by the river laughing around a campfire… waiting for you to find them.
@TruthRascalHQ
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—14 April 2023—
It goes something like this:
You’re on the stage. You’re dancing and singing and trying to do your very best in your role. Your costume is itchy and your shoes are too tight, but you were told to wear them, so you did. You painted your face with thick makeup and you got out on that stage and started your routine.
The stage lights are hot on your face and you’re blinded by their brightness and your own preoccupation with performing well.
You’re sweating.
You’re starting to get tired.
Your feet hurt.
You keep a pasted smile on your face.
You keep going.
Dancing and smiling and twirling around up there. Wondering when your scene is going to be finished so you can rest.
And then, suddenly, the stage lights switch off with the giant THUNK that only large electrical circuits can make.
You wipe the sweat from your face and squint your eyes as they adjust…
And you look out into the auditorium to see rows and rows and rows
of
empty
seats.
Stop dancing.
Learn to dance for your own joy, in your own clothes, on your own terms.
There is no audience.
They’re all out dancing on their own stages.
Or maybe some of them are out barefoot by the river laughing around a campfire… waiting for you to find them.
@TruthRascalHQ
✨💕✨
—14 April 2023—
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