Night is a soft creature.
When all the masks are taken off and outfits are folded away.
12am. You and your naked soul under a trillion stars with no one else around.
That’s the time when all the delicate visitors descend from the night sky, light as feathers landing on your skin. All your senses are waken by the gentle touch of memories, emotions, secrets, thoughts, fear, regrets, a moment survived through eternity kept coming back, or words never said but never forgotten…it all seem unavoidable with no room to hide and no point to deny.
So open your arms and welcome it. Try to understand the message your visitors are trying to deliver. Let it touch you, but don’t let it disturb you.
When all the lights are turned off, night allows us to see our lights within. To face our vulnerability and get closer to our truth. Like a snail moving across the hard surface of earth with the most tender part of its body. Then it becomes stronger.
Vulnerability isn’t the opposite side of strength. Night isn’t the opposite of light. It is the time before dawn. The time to understand, prepare, preserve and grow. Then the morning shall come and you will be stronger than you were ever before.