Cocoons of Solace

At one point or another, we come to a fork in the road. Go left? Go right? Or pause for a while. You've been carrying all this baggage that your back has been strained and you have no other choice except to lay them down because if you don't, it will break. You will break. And when you look at the road ahead, you simply cannot move. For all those years that you've been taking charge, being bull-headed, controlling everything willing everything to go your way, you are finally tired. Your knees buckle, they fail you when you try to stand up. With all the noise, humdrum and chaos of the world you have built around yourself, your senses finally reach their limit and disintegrate. At this junction you call out for help. Anything or anyone to pull you out or at least help you climb out of the deep deep well you fell into. You seek comfort, respite, solace. Solace in friendship and family. Where boundaries of space, place or time do not matter. You pick up where you left off. Just as if you were never separated at all. You both grew up but never apart. In soul and heart. And he or she knows exactly who you are better than you know yourself. You are wrapped in this safe, safe cocoon of comfort and respite. It's like a warm blanket on a frigid December night. A warm cup of coffee on a cold, cold morning. This cocoon of warmth envelops you like an embrace you never want to let go of. There are no questions asked, no judgments made. He or she holds your hand, a gentle but firm grip that soothes your tired senses. No expectations. Just letting it be. Solace in solitude. Where there is no one else in the room but you and your God. You and your conscience. Or superego or more rational self, or whatever you call it. You seek this inner peace amidst all the turbulent shores of your life. The universe then speaks to you in hushed tones you never heard before because you refused to listen to it many times before. And in the silence of your mind the hushed tones transform into loud reverberations telling you what you already know. Telling you that everything has its place in the world. That to everything, there is a reason and a season. And that the only way for the heavens to work its miracles is for you to surrender and trust in the Higher Power. Finally, when you have basked yourself in these cocoons of solace, you find yourself slowly healing, slowly finding your way, slowly discovering who you really are and your purpose in this life. You find yourself awakening to a new day, breathing so deeply as never before without the stinging pain of the past. You realize how you have been putting blinders on your eyes and found comfort in the darkness of your soul. You come to your senses and acknowledge that you have been forcing yourself to your own idea of happiness and worth when in fact you deserve so much more. And you realize how much you have been too scared all along to face your truth. Healing starts. And when it does, transformation begins. You look down at your feet and see them, feel them moving again. You're feeling your limbs working again. Then you take one small step after another and another... "I saw a butterfly--there can be more to life", Stripe said....It got darker and darker and he was afraid. He felt He had to let go of everything. And Yellow waited...until one day..." (Excerpt from Hope for the Flowers)