What if everything is an oracle?
What if all the answers we’ve been searching lifetimes for are actually right there inside us and we just need to be cracked open the right way with the correct Midas touch, allowing all of our darkness to turn to gold?
What if everything we’ve been through is all just part of the initiation process, what if it’s all been made for us, to break us ever open wider and wider in order to hold more grief, and in doing so, transmute it into something easier to carry.
So where do I go now?
Can I look straight into the belly of the beast?
Can I dive into it?
Face first, past the jaws, backstroking in the stomach acid as I’m broken down atom by atom.
Can you?
And just like that… from the darkest ashes… a spark.
A flicker.
The shining opalescence of a translucent thread in the dark.
See there was this movie I remember from when I was little, watching it in the living room of my grandparents’ house, a little girl had to follow the shining light beaming out of a ring. She couldn’t turn back or the light would fade; only going forward could she see the way, even if it was terrifying and involved goblins.
And I see it in the forward now.
Maybe I’d been looking behind too long, trying to make sense of the breadcrumbs that brought me here. But there is only forward, even if it seems like it can’t possibly be the way.
They say the only way out, is through.
How exciting, that we get to create the map of the journey back to ourselves.
Again and again and again.
Everything you seek is inside of yourself. So, how are you accessing it?
I don’t know if there is a way to get away from shame, except for walking through it.
So meditate, sit with it, don’t shy from the limelight, seek the people who can hold space and hold my shame, and hold it for myself when I can’t find them. Write everything I feel shame about, say it out loud, admit it, hold it.
And just in holding it I can start to dissipate it, and if I share it with others they might be able to heal, and turning it into something else will heal me, that much is true.
From here on out, everything is to heal. Don’t fall into the trap that good art is only made in times of sadness and agony and pain. You have that all in you already, you can tap into it and transform it, and the art that comes from the light will be my magnum opus anyway.
Start here, where I am.
And dig.
Sometimes we just need somewhere to go to break down.
Decompose.
Burn out like a phoenix, spend some time underground like a seed, and give birth to ourselves again like caterpillar soup into butterflies.
The only way to scale the mountain is to scale the mountain, but maybe we could climb it hand-in-hand.
Your wounding is desperate to be witnessed.
There is nothing wrong with you for feeling.
Rage. Grieve. Stress. Be too much, I dare you.
Your full expression is welcome and your dark is just as valid as your light.
This is…
the magic in the messiness,
the infinite alchemy of your storytelling
the wild world inside ourselves.
This is a deep-dive into learning how to humanise the human experience.
This is a container to just be.
RISE: The Documentary
Two women embark on a journey to learn from female entrepreneurs working in regional Australia who rise to the challenges of everyday life.
