After having experienced the delightful meteorological respite of last Friday I thought of how anxiously we await the days when we can finally doff our winter duds and embrace a less encumbered body. What though of the emotional layers that we carry: the secrets we hide, the poor choices that haunt our daily life, the foolish actions which our pride keeps us from acknowledging? Do these weigh us down as effectively as woolens and leather? Do they keep us in a box of restrictions?
I recently came across a wonderful quote in a novel I was reading. It describes a young woman on the brink of discovering her place in the world. It resonated with me so strongly that I would like to share it with you and see how you feel.
Maybe her secrets and misgivings have not yet driven themselves through her skin to pop out on the surface of her life.
I am fascinated by this image of all the hidden foibles of our lives needing to rupture the protective coating of our public person in order for us to fly free psychically as well as physically. I also know that we cannot do this on our own. A loving and understanding hand, extended across our barriers is the transport that will propel us upward. Like a Jack-in-the-Box, finally released by a child's hand, we will bounce joyfully free. What a wonderful way to embrace a new 'spring' season! Would you agree?
