Living in the Gray

As I as driving home the other day, I felt the presence of the moon to my left and the embers of the sun to my right. Warmth erupted in my chest and coated my internal system like warm honey as gratitude filled my veins for Mother Earth.

She beautifully demonstrated opposition and Her abilities to breathe as these polarities swirled around Her.

For the majority of my life, I have lived in the black and white. I have lived in an environment and have spoken in circles of people saying life is "this way" or "that way" or "the way".

This mindset served as a level of protection for me. Yet at the root, it was something that I could control.

I could hide behind the wall that I built with this mindset. With this mindset, I could feel accepted by groups that held similar views. That feeling acceptance filled my ego in ways that I thought my soul so desperately needed.

With this rigid perspective, I built a wall so beautifully and meticulously to hide behind. Yet, I negated the soil and core of the earth that was holding it up.

Just as a sink hole mysteriously opens revealing depths of the earth no naked eye has seen, I started to see these dangerous patterns in myself.

I pulled away from groups that held this view, and I fell to the very bottom of the core of the earth.

For a while, I chose to stay at the bottom of the sink hole until I could feel grounded in the unknown and settled in living in the gray.

Living in the gray.

The soil is rich and packed with nutrients.

Primal environment for nurturing.