Tic Toc Tic Toc goes the earthly clock; it robs us and restores us at the same time.
Yet it remains and reminds us of our fragility.
We are continuously arriving and beginning all the while evolving into something different with each moment.
In quiet desperation, we find a keepsake that will bring us comfort and a sigh of relief, to get us through the night, to embrace another day.
Growing up, my kids had their blankies, the one safety-net they would not sleep without.
These tiny treasures help shape many emotional needs.
Our special blankets, rabbits, baby bears, or whatever we found comfort in overtime revealed it’s true nature. It taught us how to console ourselves, love ourselves because that object became the reflection of authenticity.
Whatever object we deemed our sacred treasure has invisible properties, such as power, safety, security, belonging, part of the bedtime ritual, and undeniable unconditional love.
These treasures became the source of our comfort when we found ourselves worn out through the trials of being human, having fears, and lack of understanding of our surroundings and interactions, or our purpose if there is such a thing.
Over time everything shifts, shows us what is real, and of course, ‘real’ is different for everyone, and ‘real’ finds its way into the unrealized eventually.
But while growing up, everything was real in an innocent sort of way.
Life will deliver bumps and grinds, but it will also show us how we meet ourselves when we arrive at the edge of our fears, our unpredictable lives.
Most things in life provide the perfect opportunities to trust in ourselves, without inanimate objects.
Along the way, it is to accept what we see and love in ourselves without validations, without tools other than the beating heart that seeks its own frequency. Maybe it all comes with allowing our humanness!
But what is real, is LOVE– this genuine feeling of peace within every cell of your being. An unexplainable understanding that each one of us in all our human containers is created of this indefinable LOVE.
Each day, I find comfort in myself, knowing nothing but the moment~~Dolby Dharma…
“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t often happen to people who break easily or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out, and you get all loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real, you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”
~ Margery Williams – The Velveteen Rabbit
~artwork by Rebecca Guay Classic