And She Weaved her Way Out

One day you will be able to understand

all the things that felt so hard

One day things will become so clear

And even though today it is not clear

Even though today it hurts

Even though today

the confusion and despair feel so real

One day you will realize it was all for a reason

One day you will realize that without all that pain and confusion you could have never gained what you now have

Through the grit, through the misery

Through the moments you felt frozen to fear And stuck in safety of place

But I saw her pain turned into movement

I saw her take the action to create community

I saw her begin to build support where there once was nothing but transient moments

of fulfillment sought after from insecure sources

I saw her pressure turn into.. precious wisdom

I saw her Spirit overcome overwhelm

I saw the panic become calm

A tranquil and sane response

And on those days that she saw clarity

However fleeting that may be

If she trusted in something greater

She could at last find that moment of peace

We learned to trust this process

when we ourselves could not feel it

When we did not understand

We remember how many times

we found ourselves there before

& why it required those moments to grow

And how many times it all became clear again Why we have to suffer..

To breathe life into someone else

To identify with their story

And to provide hope & solutions

For their particular ailment

That can only be achieved through

Our own experience in the same feeling

..of total emptiness,

or waking up in the morning crushed

Trying to tip toe around our own egg shells of esteemless self which we projected out into anger

or the feeling of hating life so much we just could not stop trying to escape every moment

The begging despair at 5 in the morning or the restless nights of insomnia

That those very experiences transformed into buckets of water to rest the flames of the living dead.

If we could just wrest satisfaction.

But as much as we tried we couldn't succeed.

I've seen the men in brokedown palaces with empty shells and pride, as they placed their ambitions into self inflation.

I've seen the men rejoice in humble gratitude for bread & Spirit as they gave more to every hand their God was hidden behind.

I've Seen the expressions of our own insides & where we turned our focus..

turn into nightmares of generational curses locked to our wings...

and I have seen the same souls find rapid exponential growth that dissolved & Transformed lifetimes of grief, immobility, family wreckage, homelessness, spirals, & living death into solid, secure, confident, educated, and capable beings as they thoroughly cleaned house.

I've watched ppl go on sweeping things under the rugs for 10s of years just to find the monsters still hiding in basements, breaking foundations that seemed sturdy. But crumbled atop of them in the end..

And I've seen sons & daughters finally turn over their resentments when they realized their parents felt the same emptiness & chaotic imprisonment that they also could not escape.

I tell stories to share what I have found.

I tell stories to teach.

I tell stories to translate messages.. Into forms

that speak to touch the soul.

That maybe, that touch, could spark a light, that glows in the cold, dark and dreary forests For anyone whose eyes read these messages

🛖💚🐆Love, k🐆💚🛖