Move and Be Moved

Boy this is a tough one for me. I had to re-read it a few times because the "pain underneath the beauty" part I struggle to believe about myself. I tend to think the beauty inside is so hidden by the fragile disfigurement on the outside that the whole world can see just how broken my spirit is. At times its as if my soul is dead. In my head I know that one's soul cannot be killed but in my heart, when the pain is so sharp and I'm feeling every ragged edge the biggest challenge is to remember my body image is not the whole of me. It is a vessel that holds my spirit.
I am in the midst of what some call "spiritual madness" and it is the most frightening place I've ever lived thru. I long for the softness, for the love, not from outside myself but from myself. It's how to begin that I struggle with. It appears I have the "struggle" part of life down pretty well, its more the letting go of the struggle maybe that I need to work on. The photo is beautiful Duncan.
Julia
Sparkle On !