Resist and Persist

12/14

Other people’s fears fill my mind, if I don’t take the time to recognize my own voice.

It’s a morning thing. The peace and quiet. The priorities getting the attention they need. The imposition, or lack there, of the swirling contents of another’s brain laid out on the page for all to get acquainted with before the kettle has been started.

I fight in the small ways to protect my piece of peace. Once I stopped fighting, I started finding that ease. The peace protected itself when I let the fear go.

So in my unraveling, in the allowing, I am stronger to fight against something bigger than my fellow. To have compassion for the dissonance, lets me sing in harmony with that which is in line. I always thought to fight was to care. Raised in constant chaos leads one to believe. I am finding my way and I am finding my piece of peace goes with me, and to release is to reveal, the greater mystery beneath the veil.