There is a time for comfort; a time for putting our heads under the covers and curling up to stay hidden and warm. There is a time to take a break; hear words of caring and soulful compassion. These times are needed to calm the electrified edges of our psyches as we walk the paths of healing.
Then there are times when nothing less than the truth will do.
The truth in all forms, fed to one in doses that makes one so full they burst. Dished out from any and all directions, forms, people and situations.
Truths that are raw, real, earthquake material.
Truths that wake us from our slumber.
Truths that shock us into walking out of our skin and flowering into something we could never have imagined, but somewhere inside had always hoped for.
No, this is not comfortable. And, yes – this is the dream we have all been waiting for, while under our covers.