Lost Among The Trees

I’ve been reminded this week that all this life is, is a game of knowing when to hold on and when to let go. When to stand up, and when to lay low. When to breathe in, and when to breathe out.

My hope is that whoever reads this is not holding on to something that doesn’t want to be held; however, I know that at least one person is doing just that.

My hope is that instead of sitting down and letting yourself be walked all over, that you have the strength to stand up and say NO MORE to a thought, to a habit, or to a person. However, I know that at least one person is at the door but is too afraid to open it, let alone walk through it.

My hope is that you have the ability and wherewithal to decipher what to breath in, take in, and carry with you; and what to breathe out, release, and say goodbye to. However, I know that breath is a tricky thing which we mostly walk through life unaware of. This disconnect can sometimes lead us to holding in pain and swallowing its poison, all while taking the shallowest of breaths and wondering why we feel as if we’re drowning.

My hope is that you take this message to heart because I know what it’s like to feel lost among the trees. Feeling protected in your cocoon yet knowing that there has to be something else past that tree line up above. Feeling the sunlight break through every once in a while is enough to make you think, “I’m lost but at least I can feel a little warmth,” but until you reach a clearing, you’ll always just be feeling brief moments of clarity, of sunlight, of warmth.

My hope is that you reach that clearing, whatever it looks like to you, and run free. That you get to look up and see only blue skies, where there once was trees. Trees that are now dying and covered in cobwebs, for you are no longer there for its upkeep. No, you are roaming free and the only thing you need to trim are the thoughts and things that are no longer evergreen.


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