Every flower in the garden’s different and each blooms true to itself ...without comparison or shame.
Every tree stands tall and proud ...without being diminished by the majesty of the others that surround it.
Every creature has its own unique way of being and living ....with no expectation that it should change.
Every star shines brightly ...without ever compromising its own light.
So what makes it hard for us humans to claim OUR unique essence, beauty, majesty, and light?
What makes us compare our very existence?
Or compels us to hide or snuff-out our light? Or the light of others?
Where were those who could teach us how to stand rooted in our own wild and essential nature …fully and without apology, like other creatures?
After all, what are we apologising for?
For not being as they expected or needed? For making others feel uncomfortable? For not being enough, or too much, in their eyes?
Who is that holds all these expectations of how we should be?
Does anyone question why that rose is red, and not yellow? Or why the bee can fly but the lion can’t?
Does anyone compare flora and fauna, and judge that one should be more like the other? No.
But when it comes to us humans, there are all these ideas about how we should be, and who's better, and who's right, and who should change.
Why is judgment, comparison, expectation, and critique reserved for us humans?
When we present ourself bare, in the truth of our own essential skin, we're often made to feel shame.
It seems many would prefer us wrapped-up in the fur of pretence, and have us morph ourself to suit their whims and desires.
Perhaps it’s fear ...maybe we think we need to be better, or at least alike, in order to survive.
Maybe it's our inner psychic mirror, which reflects back our wounds when we see another shine.
Maybe our own soul hunger feeds off making the other wrong or small.
In the face of this how do we honour, and trust in, the rightness of our uniqueness of being?
How do we dare declare, “Look at me, here I am, standing tall”?
How do we shake-off the collective pretence that has us feeling afraid of our particular truth?
How do we foster a balanced human ecosystem, where each person is seen as integral to the delicate web of life?
How do we accept and respect those who are cunning and adaptable like fox ...and those who are timid and watchful like deer ...and those who are powerful and proud like lion?
How do we accept these qualities within our self, first of all?
This is the real work of our species ...to realise, respect, and protect the diversity that lives within our self and between us all.
Not to modify or homogenise our humanity to suit our own, or other people', preferences, insecurities, or needs.
But to allow our uniqueness to flourish, knowing each and every one of us is essential, just as we are.
Love and magic,
You don't have to do this journey alone!