Valuing Vulnerability

Most of us hated our vulnerability when we were young. We didn’t want to cry in front of others. We didn’t want anyone making fun of us for being “too sensitive.” We wanted to be tough and impervious and cool.
We acted cool. We didn’t let on that our hearts were hurting. We may have even developed a line of repartee designed to keep others away. We needed to be in control.
By mid-life we’ve admitted over and over and over again that clearly we are not in control. Now we can acknowledge our vulnerability. What we have pushed away from our awareness for years we now welcome back. Being whole is more important than impressing Joe or Julie. Now we have to own all of ourselves. What we tried not to see before, we now hold front and center.
We revel in our tears because they are ours. It doesn’t matter what is, it only matters if what is is true. We hunger for our authenticity. We’re overwhelmed with the vastness and beauty and complexity of who it is we are in our souls. We want to discover more about this creature that is us. We’re not proprietary about our lives.
We’ve felt the breath of life flow through us and we’re strong enough to admit that it doesn’t originate inside us. We enjoy it and appreciate it and grow from it. Mostly we respect it.
We’re humble as this project called Life looms larger than we had ever expected. In the deepest part of who we are shimmers a light that we don’t control. And we don’t even want to try to control it. We can allow for the mystery and the magic that emerges only from our vulnerability.
This mystery and this magic can be intoxicating. We hadn’t known what an adventure Life could be! We life in partnership with Life—asking, listening, receiving, trusting, following. We practice surrender—admitting that Life knows better than we do what is right for us.
 

 
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