Your Light

In this season of the winter's solstice, may you find light amidst the darkness. May you be filled with a quiet knowing that what you fear, what you resist, what you see as dark about yourself or others, contains within it your path to illumination.

Darkness cannot thrive in the light of your compassionate awareness. It cannot fester when held in loving kindness.
 
There is nothing so dark in you that I have not acknowledged within myself. I've known terror. I've known rage. I have known self-hatred and pain so great that I just didn't want to be here anymore - in a body or on this planet.
 
And yet amidst all of that darkness there was light - ever present, always in me, waiting for me to learn how to access its transformative power to heal all that was and is not love.
 
In this season, may you birth forth the light that is in you, the light that is you. Regardless of your spiritual tradition, you can take a hint from the one who is said to have been born in a stable, amidst the animals, and animal poop, and all things earthy. 
 
Birthing the light that is in you doesn't usually happen under sanitary, already light-filled, smooth sailing conditions. It often happens when you're alone and in the dark and when it smells so bad that you're finally humbled enough to let go and ask for help.
 
And when you do, know that I am here, that I know who you are, and I know the way home.
 
I love you,
 
Shelly