Shedding my skin,
I arrive in a new form –
It is always hard to
shed one’s skin…
To shed what is known,
what is comfortable and routine.
It is not something I voluntarily seek…
It asks me to be brave
in the face of suffering…
It asks me to have faith
and trust in the process…
Faith in the belief that all things will pass…
That all is as it is meant to be.
That all -every circumstance, every person, every thing
that enters my life
can be, and is, an Act of Grace –
if I should choose to see it this way.
Yes, I need a clarity of vision
when I am lost
in this fog of uncertainty and unknowing…
I swallow hard and dive
Repeating my mantra
“Trust in the process
All will be well”.
So for a time I am hidden
while I am shedding my skin.
And in the secret darkness,
a transformation happens…
I lose what is not needed anymore
Exposing the under layer that lies closer to my soul,
closer to the love-light in me…
closer to that which is luminous in me.
I shed my skin