Your shine.

The world stole your glimmer, snatched away like a faceless thief in broad daylight. That shimmer, accessible only by memory, exists in some parallel presence, in some previous iteration of you. The old you. The you before the universe prolapsed, hurdled to the ground, and dispersed into an infinite dust and light. Here you are, in the now, barely trudging through fog and rain and floods even under crystal clear blue skies.

The voices lie so well, weaving tales of a dullness lasting forever, deservedly tarnished, never again to catch the light that lit a path through the blackest abyss. Your reflection deceives, too, an image of ill-fitting puzzle pieces stitched together by a wounded mind.

I see you, hurting, dying slowly inside, dismantling a bit each day until, eventually, only the hollow shell remains.

Here. Take my hand. Come home.

Rest. Even if the darkness knocked you to your knees, shut your eyes, stay there for just a moment, and contemplate the vastness of your noble strength. Do you feel that? Sit. Be still. Listen with your soul. Did you feel the ground quake? Breathe in the peace that exudes from all around you, exhale the noxious notions plaguing your healing.

The journey back to the light starts inward, to you.

You. The center of universal love. I know, that sounds far fetched. Once you embrace the boundless possibilities, you’ll begin seeing everything through a new lens. One that hones in on the immeasurable love and light in all that surrounds you.

Here, the unloving heal and understand.

The unloved discover the ritual of loving themselves.

What a gift, to love, a sacrament never to be undone. And from love, comes infinite radiance.

Welcome home.