Adversaries are our Greatest teachers

The  events of this week have shaken me like a strong wind shakes a mighty oak. It has brought up memories  I thought were buried deep in the ground of my unconscious. But here they are, like little acorns, scattered all out in the open, unearthed, broken apart by time. I look at them, and, instead of shame, curiosity fills me. I could dig an hole and try and bury them, knowing that at some point they would rise again to the surface, or, I can pick each one up and look at them closely, holding them lovingly in my hands, seeing the potency hidden among the grooves. With an open heart I can ask each seed, “What do you need from me”, and, “Do you have anything to offer me?” I find asking these questions, listening intently for the responses, turns the fear, the anger, and the hurt, the true adversaries, into my greatest teachers. Instead of reeling in resistance and fear, I gain wisdom and strength. No longer do I allow the societal winds that blow to shape and direct me. Now I can stand proudly, confidently, and say, “You will not break me.”