Obligation
It seems to be written in stone.
Sometimes and to someone we feel a weighty obligation. Grabbing hold of this sensation we can trace the source to a thick and twisting vine, finding it buried deep within our culture and our family history, and so close to our foundation it makes any new understanding seem dangerous or outright impossible. These burdensome obligations with their binding words – should, must, need and ought – grow thicker and heavier in darkness and the passing years. Slowly they suffocate, then drain the blood out of a loving heart. With cunning and our acquiescence they take root in each generation. Finding the source of our obligations may require us to suffer over long periods of time, and perhaps also seek a gardener who can help us to begin weeding out all those things obligation compels us to do from the gifts we hold in our soul and so deeply want to share.
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- Jonah · June 27‹ We the UnknownCourage ›