Katya Barton

Day 11

When I walk through the doors of judgement I die to the reality of duality and fall into the centre of my hearts compassion. Here - the unconditional self works through me for the transmutation of old wounds that keep me locked in the prison of my past. In the remembrance of my choice to be here, I take full responsibility for my life and reclaim my sentient sovereignty. In every moment that I remember my right to choose, I am freed again, and again, to listen to the wisdom of my heart.

Oh, my heart.

To keep choosing to open my heart. Is to live with the perpetual risk of the pain of heartbreak. To give myself full permission for the yearning. Without knowing if it will come back in return. To love this way requires me to put down the defences. To expose myself. ‘Exposing yourself will set you free.’ They say. Say what you wouldn’t dare to say. To expose those voices, those voices we are so afraid to reveal. I am so afraid to reveal. But it is those voices - those hidden fragmented voices - when truly heard, will not be what divide us, but that which sets us free.