There she is again; the heavy chill of my shadow side, whispering nasty sentiments as I go about my day. My energy is drained as I try to combat it. She shadows my eyes as the world turns dark; she stiffens my body, and I hear her voice in mine as I speak. She is everywhere, permeating everything.
I know this presence in me. I know her well. She is everything I fear—past, present, future—whispering, taunting and distorting my view. I want to ignore her; I want her to leave. I am pinned beneath her and my resistance makes me weak under her weight.
All I can do is stop fighting—but I’m not giving up. As my resistance softens, so does she, and I remember that her strength is mine.
What would love do to this fearful beast?
She is my shadow side, and although her presence causes upheaval, she never leaves me empty handed. The key is to shine the light of love on her, so I can see the message clearly through her cloak of distorted fear.
Her roar becomes a whisper.
Her dark becomes a light.
Her presence becomes my savior.
If I listen.
If I see.
If I allow.
If I surrender.
And so I dance with my shadow again and again; forgetting and remembering over and over, like a game we’ve played since time began.
Would you like to dance?