Changing Clothes: A Journey into the Light
In the winter I wore heavy, protective clothes. I burrowed in getting fat for the season. Vulnerable, I needed to be protected. I stayed close to Home and far from people. I limited my circle.
Now the spring has arrived. It is safe to go outside. Yet frozen by the thoughts of winter, I am ill prepared. I stubbornly cling to my coat. Hot and sweaty, I reluctantly throw it off. My floral cotton dress ruined with sweat stains. So I sit and contemplate.
“Maybe it really is safe to go out and play.” In my mind I know that I must take a piece of Home with me. My Big Brother, gentle and loving, will let me play freely without control or anger. He’ll let me get dirty, run fast, fall in exhaustion, skin my knee. He’ll clean my wounds if I ask Him. He will nurture me, the same way He did in the winter. He’ll remind me to slow down and be careful, as He sends me out again.
Now I know I am safe. I can lose my coat, fearlessly, knowing I will be cared for. The sun is warm and radiant on my skin, reminding me of the beauty within. Shining brightly, the Light.