A Word Called Courage

It takes great courage to look at the small self squarely in the eye to see the neediness and the protective and self serving issues that are laying there, thistles in our gorgeous garden of soul.

I had been dozing one afternoon, lying on the bed having a dream. An Angel was holding my feet. I felt strange about it and was puzzled. I didn’t know if I wanted him to hold my feet.
“What are you doing?” I asked a bit anxiously, sitting up a bit.
“Putting courage in your feet…”
“Why are you putting it in my feet?” I asked again.
“Where else would you put it?” he responded.

Where else indeed! I had thought courage belonged in the heart but no, it belongs in the feet.

It takes great courage to look at the small self squarely in the eye to see the neediness and the protective and self serving issues that are laying there, thistles in our gorgeous garden of soul. They are stubborn plants - some of them not so little and they dominate our soulscape at times. Mostly we try to deny or ignore them. But when you have a vision showing you your issue, showing you how you embrace that fear, that need, that manipulative part of your self, you cringe inside. You see that the universe sees it and you cannot hide. All attempts to justify that particular weed seem so feeble. You find words fail you.

What can you say?

Thistles in the garden of soul. Image by pasja1000 @ Pixabay.com

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