Today I deactivated Facebook. I have been on Facebook since around 2006, I think. Today I broke free.
It actually had little to nothing to do with terms and conditions or people who talk about politics too much or the variety of “Karens” in my feed. It was something else.
What I am feeling about the world, about my life, about my country, my freedoms, my beautiful Church….I can do nothing about so many things that disturb my heart and rob my peace. But one thing I can do is find out what they each want from me and show up. It is this showing up in my life and for myself of my own freewill…
It is this being unafraid to see the world around me as a mirror of my interior life or lack thereof…
It is the desire to set dragons free to be princesses, even if the only dragon I can free is my own tethered heart…
“We, however, are not prisoners. No traps or snares are set about us, and there is nothing which should intimidate or worry us. We are set down in life as in the element to which we best correspond, and over and above this we have through thousands of year of accommodation become so like this life, that when we hold still we are, through a happy mimicry, scarcely to be distinguished from all that surrounds us. We have no reason to mistrust our world, for it is not against us. Has it terrors, they are our terrors; has it abysses, those abysses belong to us; are dangers at hand, we must try to love them. And if only we arrange our life according to that principle which counsels us that we must always hold to the difficult, then that which now still seems to us the most alien will become what we most trust and find most faithful. How should we be able to forget those ancient myths that are at the beginning of all peoples, the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us.” (Rainer Maria Rilke)
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