The Call to Return

Once upon a time

A line was drawn in the sand 

To keep you safe as a little one…

Safe from harm, and 

Safe from your elders' fears 

Of their own unmet shadows.

You understood with your child's mind

That if you crossed this line, you would die.

It seemed so clear that

There was an abyss on the other side of that line,

Along with frightful child-eating monsters… so of course,

The command “stay back” was etched deeply in a hidden place 

Within your mind, 

And you never questioned it.

So that even now, decades later,  

When life offers you a challenge to this carefully constructed identity,

Or a taste of freedom from the tyranny of this line, 

The 9-1-1 alarm goes off, and the old insistent commands take over…

“Danger! Danger!  Get down. Back up. Don’t question, just stop… now!"

This line was constructed long ago with great intelligence to keep the little one safe

In a world she did not yet have the tools to navigate.

And now the world is asking her, is asking you, 

To Return to the starting place…

To return to Who you were before the imaginary line of separation was drawn.

To return to Who you have always been.  

So when you find yourself fighting old ghosts, or holding yourself back, or

Triggered by someone who reflects what is not acceptable from behind the line… 

When you feel contracted, restricted, agitated, or in great discomfort… 

Welcome it all.

This is the invitation from the other side of the Line

To come Home again 

To the vast expanse of your Being.

Let this Self you are,

Be found.

Let it reveal Itself to you again and again

And in doing so, you offer the world the same invitation…

To come Home 

In ever expanding

Ripples of 

Yes.