Tenderness is Power

“Tender” was a word reflected to me by a dear friend. The word stopped me in my tracks.

‘Do I resonate with being “tender”?’

My body and soul herald a resounding “yes.”

I did feel unbelievably tender.

I tried running this feeling through my brain. Was it because of my period? Did something happen?

Nothing that I could pinpoint.

And then today it hit me.

Like salty tears on armor, I have rusted off limiting beliefs of I am safe when I don’t show too much of myself. I am safe when I am not vulnerable. I am safe when I don’t get too close.

Through hard work and gentle moments with self, I have disassembled the “protective” walls to allow my true light to shine forth.

It’s a moment of celebration, this tenderness.

It look a lot of blood, sweat, and tears to get here. Lots of tears.

She’s let down her walls, only to feel the sunshine on her face.

And now, she’s a fool looking for her next adventure.