Sift

I might not be the greatest of cooks, but I do fancy baking. I remember day-dreaming as a small girl, when my mother skillfully 'sifted' the flour for the delicious danishes she'd prepare for our family. I watched the cups of flour she poured in, slowly and gently; the flour grains separating to be collected carefully and lightly on the other side. This was how the flour could get air before becoming ready to bake. I feel as though our lives are also about sifting through all sorts of things before being ready to bake and rise to our full potential.

Life may be simple and charming for some, but for those who live truly and with challenge, life is a lot like developing film in a dark room. We work carefully and with meaning and the true beauty isn't born until our first rays of light. Bombarded with negativity and judged by our mistakes, we formulate immense doubt and foreboding. Why do the doors we choose keep being locked? Why do we keep hearing it slam? Over and over again? When what we give is our best and our life. Our vision is spit upon, laughed at, trodden on, and balled into a tight wad of impossibilities.

It is okay to make mistakes. It is okay to be a single voice of hope. Sure it nearly extinguishes our spirit, but our spirit is like a flame that is almost gone and then re-ignites with the kiss of a cool breeze. We must sift through the nonsense that is shot our way. What do they know anyway? They only try to bring you down because they have fear within themselves. We must be graceful, humble, and faith-full because it is the law of life that a brave spirit downtrodden and struggling, one day will be blessed with joyous laughs. We are stronger than we think darlings, channel your hurt and energy into creating the positive your heart sees. You are given desires for a reason and when you don't see clearly, you are being tested on just how great that desire is.

Hang in there.

Bless-up!

Jair :))