Unlearning a Language

There's many languages. And...I've been studying a language lately I'm sure we're all fluent, which is the language of lack. From my personal observations.. like really looking at myself. I've noticed I wasn't born knowing this language. It was taught. I'm not really sure as to when. But it was. This has to be one of the deadliest ways to use our breathe. was that intense? Because I totally meant for it to be. 

The language of lack is so powerful because it fogs our minds of the things that are our real truths. The things that are now recognized as the whispers of God. Before, these were the thoughts that boomed loudly. I am strong. I am enough. I am love. I am joy. Our current thoughts in this state reflects that we can't be strong. I will be joy. I might be love... is that not gut wrenching? This language that crept into our minds. Through others negative experiences we've adopted as our own. Our poisoned imaginations. In this space we question who, what, or even where God is. 

Buttt the thing about this language, is that its taught. It is not a part of your real self. my Soo, not practicing the language weakens its strength. Or in this case inhibits your fluency. And THIS is the rejoicing moment. Because right here, is when you decide the will be and the can't are REALLY the is. And I'm honestly cracking up, my mom is starring at me from somewhere for saying that.

Be careful to not impose this language on those you love. Actually use your words and thoughts to love yourself inwardly, first. To know ourselves from the inside out we grow to know God's voice without the clutter. In the words of one of my fav Instagram accounts "be softer with you, you are a breathing thing. a memory to someone. a home to a life," @nayyirah.waheed.

with love always,