She had learned conflict resolution from the way her mother (and father too) had handled conflict. It was the barely conscious, default method she fell into when faced with a difficult situation. Sometimes, this method was swift and brutal, and sometimes, painful and slow. Differences always felt threatening and stressful to her. The doors got shut.
She doesn’t want to choose that route anymore. She no longer wants to make finite decisions about people, too quickly. She wants to be in allowance for both the hurt and her heart. She’s choosing to keep both open and pay attention.
Her spacious womb space is allowing many perspectives to exist together. She’s learning to frame her reference from many angles. Her interior is becoming a mansion with many rooms, doors, and windows. Her unhurried authenticity is allowing truth to filter through, taking its time. She wants to build, not destroy. She’s holding the saplings of her power and her anger tenderly, slowly turning them towards the sun. They are not overpowering her now, taking her over by habit, deciding for her. She is wielding them mindfully. Wisdom is arriving, fear is leaving. It’s a kaleidoscopic world.
Right now, you see her life force re-creating her mansion with great attention. Those who arrive inside will feel nourished and comfortable.
The wisdom is weaving her together, and she will weave the world.
Artwork: Two Friends by Indrani Acharya
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