Feel, my love, and then fly. Be free.
Finally, I have come to a relaxation in the truths surrounding my emotional range. Many moons have found me alone and bruised, and many rivers have been formed by my tears. Too many times have I spent trying to suppress my emotions, rarely allowing this volcano of feelings to erupt without being silenced, or without being considered harmful because, the releasing is known to be quite beautiful, too.
Countless attempts eventually led me here, to discovering that I can never be too little or too much, and I can never feel too little or too much when here in these bones life is received a little more fervently, experienced with a little more eagerness and enthusiasm boiling from the core. I guess one can say I have a zeal for passion, and for love, and for the opportunity to create with both passion and love. The energy settles rather deeply, leaving me a mixture of emotions that are sometimes too hard to understand.
I have tried many times to part ways with my tendency to feel life so deeply. I have tried many times to separate my soul from my emotions, not understanding just how whole they make me. I realized that I had to know myself in pieces before I could ever experience myself in entirety, and understanding the woman in the midst of my emotions was, and still is, quite the journey.
I'm still learning how to love in the places where I don't feel as loved, still learning how to let my heart beat a lot more freely instead of conducting its tune. I'm still learning how to fill space and not shy away because I'm tired of leaving cavities when I am meant to exist as whole, and it's pretty tiresome getting the occasional fillings because temporary can't last forever and I swear God created me to last for eternity. Resting in that truth, finding freedom in my emotions has been much more peaceful and has filled my soul with beautiful ease. Tears are no longer seen as sorrowful, but as a sacred moment for baptism.
For men + women, it is neither weak nor fragile to show emotion. It is rather a sign of the utmost strength that a soul has the ability to produce. We are all merely a concoction of feelings and sentiments finding a way to communicate our emotions back to the universe and all the galaxies that exist within it.
Stepping into the fullness of our emotions takes time. Accepting myself as an emotional being has only allowed me to feel more freely. Quite too frequently have I mistaken my sensitivity as a weakness when most times it is a strength bursting with passion. I'm learning how to bask in this emotional being that God has created me to be. Learning how to feel and, even when the feelings get heavy take a breath and then feel some more. Life within this soul isn't meant to happen casually, and I realize that as I still radiate towards the things that spark passion and cause anxiety all in the same breath. I was meant to feel and bleed, fall in love and be love, allow my chest to rise and fall, whether calmly or under pressure.
I was meant to be the seat of an emotional being because after all, ain't I woman?
Connect with your emotions. Have a seat with them and listen to what they have to say. Allow them to be felt instead of covering them in silence. Own what your heart, body and soul produces. Today, as you are, reflect on the feelings that are residing in your soul. Sort them out and tend to them. Today, as you are, feel and be free.