My son knocked my plant pot down.
It was just an utter shock. I almost cried not because I was sad about the plant pot but because I had lots of emotions trapped inside me that finally had an escape from inside.
I needed a crack.
A crack where my tears can overflow.
A crack where my Truth can come out.
It's a release of emotions and holding them up again on repeat isn't it?
But then overtime, the loads get lighter and lighter because we are getting closer to the Truth, our home.
Truth feels lighter when life is heavy.
I needed a crack.
A crack where my Truth can say hello. A crack that can be made only when you break something.