Today's blessing comes by way of a parable. Settle in.
Once there was a woman who was imprisoned in a dark and dank room. The air was fetid. The walls and floor were slimey.
The room was hard to explore as she could not see and was fearful of bumping into something or losing the tiny amount of warmth she had generated on the spot on which she sat.
The only change that happened in that room was the irregular and putrid food that came through the door that was firmly locked.
In the beginning the woman tried to find a way out but as the darkness around her became more familiar a darkness grew within her and she found it harder and harder to make herself move.
One day she heard a rustling in the darkness.
This was terrifying to her. There could have been anything there and in her mind the only possibilities that gained traction were possibilities of darkness and more harm.
Pinned to her tiny warm spot the woman could do little more than breathe and wait in fear and listen to the rustling grow closer and closer.
But then something miraculous happened, as the food arrived, after what seemed like days, the slam of the door left a tiny crack open in a small window high up in the door. In through that window streamed light.
Miraculous, blinding, radiant, light.
And though it seared her eyes and made tears stream down her face, the woman looked up to the light. She tried to drink it in with her skin. She tried to reach it with her hands. She felt like an old and precious friend had arrived to tend to her.
It reminded her of all she had left and all she had been and the beauty of it cracked her open and she wanted more and more and more of the light.
Unfortunately for her she was so distracted by the light she did not see the snakes coiling by her feet and without notice or fear she stepped towards the light.
My blessing is this: Do not be so seduced by what is promised by the light that you take your eyes from what is really there.
And if you like the way this story feels to you and you would like to look at your own life in this style of using faerytale imagery and metaphor to dig into your patterns and stuckness then click here and read more about my beloved process Reframing Your Story.
Once there was a woman who was imprisoned in a dark and dank room. The air was fetid. The walls and floor were slimey.
The room was hard to explore as she could not see and was fearful of bumping into something or losing the tiny amount of warmth she had generated on the spot on which she sat.
The only change that happened in that room was the irregular and putrid food that came through the door that was firmly locked.
In the beginning the woman tried to find a way out but as the darkness around her became more familiar a darkness grew within her and she found it harder and harder to make herself move.
One day she heard a rustling in the darkness.
This was terrifying to her. There could have been anything there and in her mind the only possibilities that gained traction were possibilities of darkness and more harm.
Pinned to her tiny warm spot the woman could do little more than breathe and wait in fear and listen to the rustling grow closer and closer.
But then something miraculous happened, as the food arrived, after what seemed like days, the slam of the door left a tiny crack open in a small window high up in the door. In through that window streamed light.
Miraculous, blinding, radiant, light.
And though it seared her eyes and made tears stream down her face, the woman looked up to the light. She tried to drink it in with her skin. She tried to reach it with her hands. She felt like an old and precious friend had arrived to tend to her.
It reminded her of all she had left and all she had been and the beauty of it cracked her open and she wanted more and more and more of the light.
Unfortunately for her she was so distracted by the light she did not see the snakes coiling by her feet and without notice or fear she stepped towards the light.
My blessing is this: Do not be so seduced by what is promised by the light that you take your eyes from what is really there.
And if you like the way this story feels to you and you would like to look at your own life in this style of using faerytale imagery and metaphor to dig into your patterns and stuckness then click here and read more about my beloved process Reframing Your Story.
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