Spooky rooms

Sometimes rooms are spooky. 

Even in our own homes, in the middle of the night, or first thing in the morning, during a thunderstorm, snowstorm, power outage, our own home can give us a feeling of unease.  

As children, we imagine all sorts of funky and wild things happening under our beds and in our closets.  
As adults it is no different, we get spooked, and our hair raises, our hearts beat wildly, our breathing becomes quickened, we go into defense mode.


We freeze.  

We offer a quick prayer and usually, for me at least, a prompt promise to Heaven above "God, If you save my ass right now, I will ......."  
I tend to get a little extreme when I am frightened, so my promises are really, really big.  

Being in this state can last a moment or a million moments, and as time tends to stand still when our fear is heightened, it really doesn't matter.  
We are spooked, we are defensive, we are sweating, and we do not see the whole picture.  

Until of course, we turn on the lights.
  
Bright, beautiful, blinding light illuminating our surroundings, dissolving our fears.  
Just like that, a flip of a switch and some sort of wire voodoo in the walls of our home bring us back to the reality that we are indeed safe and just a little bit foolish for allowing our imaginations get the better of us.

Dreams, desires, wants, hopes, chances, personal needs....these are our spooky rooms. 

Our hopes and dreams, our deepest desires, the longings of purpose can send our hearts racing and palms sweating.  

We take that first step into our dream and immediately feel the ground soften under our feet, thinking it is quicksand we jump right the hell out of it and run to safety before realizing it is perfected, rich and fertile soil to grow in.  

We open the door to our desires and hear the boogeyman growl, so we immediately slam it shut before realizing it is our own voice telling us to stay safe, stay small, stay complacent.

We long for something...anything.....yet we don't stop doing what we don't love to know what we do love.  
We conform to the world around us instead of creating the world we choose to live in.   


We keep busy to keep safe.  

We talk about everything that matters little and look for guidance and wisdom from others, from outside of us rather than allowing ourselves to emerge as the wise warriors we genuinely are.  

We allow ourselves little freedom by living under conditions we have grown accustomed to without any real thought as to why.  We live in spooky rooms.  

We live as we have learned.  

We are who we think we should be based on our human thoughts,  rather than what we really are. 
​We live in wooden homes with contained elements that turn on and off with the flip of a switch.  

We allow ourselves to dream only in our sleep and if we find ourselves frightened, we flip a switch to illuminate the room to erase our fears, and we go back to our beds and dream of living.  

We live in spooky rooms.  

But we don't have to.  

We can use our imagination and our fears to raise us out of our sleepy, fearful life.  

We can LIVE with our feet touching the earth knowing it is soft for our users to grow our own gardens,  and our souls can awaken our ego to the beauty of Mother Nature and all of her glory.   

We do not need to live in spooky rooms when we have the sun to warm us and the moon to guide us. 

We don't need to switch on a light for illumination, we are the light in which we seek. 

Listen to the fear when you open the door..what is it saying?  

Why is it saying it?  

Don't slam the door, jump into it!  

Complacency and mediocrity are our bogeymen, shut them out, not life. 


We can be free of the spooky room we have created to keep us safe by living on the edge of our comfort zones.  

When something sparks us, feel it.  
When we hear a voice, listen to it, when we are scared, ask why.  
When we are shaky about our next step, embrace it!   

Allow the sun to feed our bodies during the day and the moon to guide our souls dreams at night. 


When we are shaky about our next step, embrace it!  
The soil of our life is supposed to be dark, creamy, soft, wet, and easily pliable. 

Without great soil, the sun, and the moon how else would we bloom?
 


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