fragments of a whole

A few months ago, I saw a quote on Instagram that read:
If you only share fragments of yourself with the world, you will never feel whole.

It only takes me one hand to count the number of times in my life where I have felt completely, undeniably, whole. Like I had nothing in me to hide and I chose to stand there, in the wholeness of myself, unapologetically.

Those moments are like shooting stars in the sky that often escape our sight until the tail end of their trajectory disappears over the horizon. A look to the sky, muttering to ourselves, “I could have sworn I just saw a flash of light.”

Yes, a flash of light.

And yet, there are people who seem to live in the light. It doesn’t flash for them. Instead, it acts like a spotlight, a source of light that lies within them, and emanates the light through and out from them. Only rarely does it dim.

The hours of time I spent in psychology courses, and therapy sessions, and conversation with others, tells me that we each have our own, inner spotlight. It’s in there, somewhere. It’s not a matter of some people being born with it, the lucky ones, and others not. It’s in there, somewhere. First, it’s about finding it. Then, it’s about building and growing and empowering the vulnerability to power on the light, and keep it burning.

But how?

How does one share all these fragments of themselves to reach a state of wholeness? Does it require verbal declarations to an audience? Does it require a press release to disseminate amongst society? Can these fragments be shared through mannerisms and appearances and preferential activities? After the act of sharing has been done, how can one be assured the message has been received?

Maybe privacy isn’t the gold standard that we should be striving for: to keep some, or most, things about ourselves private, only privy to those in our immediate circle. To maintain privacy can invoke feelings of shame, or regret, or unworthiness if one believes that the world would be better off if people could see only the mask they have deemed appropriate, and safe, to be seen by the greater world.

But, you see, the more that people know about you, the more they can understand, empathize, support, and love.

Perhaps it’s best if people know about the medical treatment you’re receiving, the loss and grief and heartbreak you’re struggling to navigate through, the joy and celebration you feel for the positive news you’ve just received, the thing you think that only you have ever felt when in reality, there are many, many people in the world who understand how you’re feeling. Perhaps it’s best if people know your dreams, your goals, the passions that make you come alive, or the deepest, darkest secrets you have buried deep within your heart because you believe they will only cast shame upon you if they were given words, and space, to breathe.

To bring all parts of us out into the open, out into the world, allows the dark and the light to be seen, to be celebrated, to be wrapped in wholeness. To understand that in the depths of the human experience, we have more in common with one another than we have different. That by finding the courage to bring forward all the fragments of yourself out into the world beyond your body and mind, you may inspire someone else to do the same. What a beautiful ripple to create in the waters of humanity.

I continue to gather the flashes of light, the tail ends of shooting stars and the warmth I remember feeling in my body as I stood tall and strong and true. I gather these fragments, these beams of light, to stand in wholeness.

Will you?

ritual of release

Every night,
once the sun has disappeared from the sky
granting space for darkness to expand
I free my body from clothing,
step beneath falling water.

Lights dim,
air moistening and heating,
steam rising as the water falls,
I release.

Wash away the thoughts,
the anxieties, celebrations,
feel them fall away
watch them swirl down the drain.
Sense the new, fertile ground
for new life to bloom from,
within, underneath, skin.

Stand beneath the falling water
eyes closed,
ritual of release.

leave behind perfection

Giving excess attention
to details minute
diverts energy away from the purposeful
keeping me stuck in a place
I cannot move.

There are times, like these,
where the details do not matter.
Action matters.

Leave behind perfection:
do
act
move
as a bird released from the cage.

accidents can be beautiful

An accidental, yet dramatic, spill
of water across the floor, the couch,
most of the living room, really,
included pages of notebooks.

Faint stains of pink and purple
enhancing the flavor of tap water
paint over the blank canvases of pages
seemingly waiting, longing, for color.

Pages adorn new textures from the places
wet, then dried.
A crunching sound with every flip
refusing to lay flat,
forever changed.
Does a blank page even exist?

Gift an accident the opportunity to be beautiful.

a worthy journey

Steps small, steps slow,
are still steps taken,
progress,
no matter their direction.

Even if no one else is watching,
knows your destination
or knows the space you’ve traveled,
you do.
You know.

The journey is long, and slow,
and relies on you to find, and lead, the way.

A worthy journey,
a transformative journey,
to love.

spend time with me

My inner self calls out to me
from deep within the walls of skin.
She yearns to spend time with me
for she feels ignored, forgotten,
unappreciated.

“Come spend time with me.
Let me show you who I really am
and what I need from you.
We have potential to unite as one;
we don’t need to do this alone.

I know how to access
all you’re looking for.
I know these depths within better than you,
everything is already here.
Let me be your guide.”

To see,
to know,
to understand,
is to love:
to love myself.

play. challenge. try again.

Why are you drowning in the worry,
in the anxiety,
of trying again?
You are a different person now
than when you tried it before.

You fear breaking the rules
that only exist
because you placed them upon yourself.
Let them go.
Take the rug and shake it out the back door
watch those dusty, useless rules
scatter into the wild, outdoor air
and settle somewhere else.

Be in this life to play, to create,
to challenge.
Be in this life to follow the beat
of your own heart
and sing her song.

whispered requests for love

Look down at your hands,
see the redness exposed in the deep layers of skin
underneath the outer.
The outer layers are gone.
The deeper skin, vulnerable;
often hidden away and protected
now can breathe its own air.
Feel the tenderness of each fingertip,
listen to their whispering requests for love.

How many other facets of the body
also whisper requests for love to you,
staying hidden in the deep, base layers
of who you are?
Though hidden from eyesight,
can you feel them?
Travel through the body with breath and presence
to locate and hear the whispers.

Rest now, dear one.
Skin and tissue will regenerate with time, and love.
Praise the sacrifices your body gifts,
praise its commitment to your life.
Rest now.