We all have hard seasons.
Stages where the ground on which we stand seems to crumble, nothing seems to be in our favor and the winter seems endless.
To know pain, to endure suffering and to feel as though the trial will never end is to be fully human. And to become most intimate with life itself.
“A bad day for the ego is a great day for the soul”, though.
From what I can tell—and who truly knows the way the world works—that which appears to unmake us is the very season that rebuilds us.
Our pain, in truth, becomes a purifier. Difficulty softens us, unmasks us and opens us—allowing the gifts of wisdom, humility and patience to become our new way of being.
As I listen to a precious song called “For My Little Man” by Cody Ray, on a stormy day on the farm, I write you this poem. So that you remember your winter will pass. Your luminous Spring is coming.
The Dark Woods Season
There are times in a human life.
Of hurt, hardship and hollowness.
To meet them is not to fall.
These times are times of our rising.
Dissolving for rebuilding.
From a young age we are trained to run.
To escape from seasons in the wilderness.
To betray our growth.
To neglect the needs of the soul.
So we prosper in the world.
Yet, the dark woods are the gateway into light.
The light of your wisdom, art and magic.
You have magic in you, you know.
You do.
So while the many stay busy.
Trust your season of pain has fortune.
It is here to wash away that which limits you.
From the brilliance, awe and wonder.
That in your own true way.
Is all you truly are.
Thanks for following my work Test. Have a great day.
Love + respect,
Robin
