“Movements like blades, sharp, short, deliberate carrying the weight and fierceness of a million daring warriors behind them. She is angry defiant raging against her reality. Her breathing short and shallow. She breathes fire. • She is the one who starts war. She is the part of you that is capable of burning down cities and waging war against the ones she loves. She is the part of you that hides under the surface. The part of you that surprises you when she shows her teeth. The part of you you deny push away pretend does not live there within you. She is your darkness the woman who dwells in the shallow water of your being. She is in every one of us she rides up on the back of the wave of your righteous ego. She feeds on the ideas that you deserve more better different. She lurks in the thoughts and emotions that keep you small. the notion that you have something to fight for reclaim preserve. She is the face of war. The part of us that can understand how we can fight others how we ruin our lives how we can kill in the name of our beliefs. She is who we must look to when needing to find compassion for others who are captives under her spell. She is who we must hold lovingly in our hearts when we see those caught in her grasp. She is who we must learn to love into gentle submission for she only lives and breathes on our un-love. She can only survive when and where we have forgotten to love.
Then there is the soft one. The woman with long white hair. Who moves like liquid. Glides on her step, floats on light. She is tender, always tender. She comes when you ask for help. She comes when you fill your lungs with a conscious breath. She lives there, beside the wicked. She is shelved beside the one who wars. There they stand within you. Both hands open. A choice. The one who sees as an owl, able to look from all perspectives. Gentle, hands soft as the skin of a plumb. Heart her language and tongue. She is able to withstand storms. She catches the furious pain of others. The difficult experiences you face. The things that make you want to fight, and she cradles them. Swaddles them in unconditional love. Over and over again. She loves all. She is the bottomless source of light, love. she is your essence. Pure and wise she lives in your greatest depths. Deep in your tissues. She is your greatest ally. She is who you can choose to embody. To call forth as you navigate through life.
Tightness of breath, sharpness of movement; darting in eyes. Means you are calling forth the warrior in you to rise. You are bringing her up on the waves of contempt. One conscious breath inward, into your very depth and she will fall. You have the power to cal the soft one into form. You can choose. There is no question which feels better, which one breaths us more alive, more vivid. It is up to you to choose the powerful choice of living as the soft one, whenever you feel lost in a sea of raging thoughts and waves. She is there. I promise you. •She serves where the other severs. •She heals where the other wounds. •She replaces, replenishes, restores, where the other, robs, pillages, eradicates, and steals your love. the same love of the world. It takes great strength and determination to choose her when you are in the fire. It is not just a choice. But YOUR choice. Nothing will suffer more than you, if you continue to choose war.”
– Sarah Blondin