Day 10 of 100: Envisioning anew
Wade in the water
Have you been bracing yourself for a new beginning? Perhaps one that is daunting yet inevitable, or maybe one that you've been hoping for and dreaming about. What will it take for you to get there? Who will be with you? What will it feel like when you get to the other side? If you’d like, use the refrain, "I will begin again as..." - Aura Brickler
I will begin again as a divine spirit with no set destination, rather an internal compass so strong that everywhere it travels, it creates a home. A home for itself and other souls. A home that remains well after the spirit's travel has changed. This spirit plants when necessary and where desired. Some may call this spirit free, but free has no purpose for the divine. Free is a concept to souls that are too welcoming to the opposite. Divinity is freedom personified. The divine do not imagine what it feels like to be free nor do they acknowledge the lack of freedom. Divinity is insurmountable. Nothing of world can impact the supernatural. Super precedes the natural.
I will begin again as Me. Me, who gives less of a damn about reactions, interactions, and lack of action towards whatever Me acts upon. Me, that in I, discovers the reason for creating is for the sake of existence. Me is thee most divine creation. But why do I interfere with Me? I try to stop the shift of tides, to glean more time in the shadowed corners of myself and I - past and present. Sankofa means to go back and fetch it. Yet, I forget that the body faces forward as it mustn't stay in potential energy. The being is meant to continue in motion. Pause, reflect, and then continue. Future Me is waiting. I sit in fear. I don't want to leave the safety crevice. What if I leave behind, anything? What if I forget something or someone? What ifs are not pausing, they are delaying. What ifs do not encourage reflection, they cast doubt upon any meaningful introspection. What ifs keep myself and I in one place, refusing to take a walk to the shoreline where Me awaits. I am done hypothesizing with myself over potential, we need to move. And so we move towards Me. Me, smiling wide and arms outstretched, gleeful to receive its remaining counterparts. Me, myself, and I, wading waters together.
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