Windswept from outside, inside the waters are stirred vigorously, only noise and confusion. No north or south or east or west. Perhaps near -or far away- the end of fear, insecurity and lack of control. After the storm, the walls, which are believed eternal and omnipotent, collapsed and the shore sand, stirred, clean and bright. And inside, who knows, new strength and new freedom might have been conquered.
I am afraid of my fear, my anger, my pain. I learned to ignore them, chainedthem in the darkest of darks, and after layers and layers and layers, I put a colored paper, and some ribbon. And now, when sometimes a chain breaks (it happens), if the paper tarnishes or the ribbon falls, my whole being vibrates with fear, anger or pain … and I allow, in serene surrender, these emotions that belong to me (yes, these too) penetrate my being, that being that yearns to be complete.