Sprayed

Have you ever had someone spray toxic energy on you?  Maybe they were trying to burn you, maybe they were trying to end you. 

How did you respond? 

Did you protect yourself? Did you cover your face and shield your core? Did you pull back and make yourself small? Did you fight to survive knowing that parts of you were dying? Did you recognize that permanent damage was being done?

I ran past the poison ivy each morning. I thought a lot about it. Someone clearly sprayed it. I get it, I literally got poison ivy and am still healing the wounds from it, so I get it.  I thought about what it must have been like for the poison ivy. I have been there, I mean, I have been the poison ivy.  I have been sprayed before by toxicity. Maybe the individual spraying me simply meant to knock me back, maybe they meant to end me, maybe it wasn’t about me at all but about them and their need to get toxic energy out and I happened to be in the way. Regardless, I have been sprayed like poison ivy. 

One morning, as I ran past the sprayed poison ivy, I thought about how pretty it was. While it was dying inside it was also stunning. It has turned a beautiful bright red/orange color. It was a nice reminder that even if you are dying inside, you are still beautiful.  I thought about how red and orange are known for rooting and grounding. I bet the poison ivy was grounding its energy, searching for a way to live through the event of being sprayed. Maybe that isn’t even how poison ivy works, I really don’t know, but if I were poison ivy that is what I would do. If I were poison ivy and someone sprayed me trying to kill me, I would ground my energy into the earth, shift my energy to a safe space and recreate myself. I would come back strong, balanced and with more power than I originally had.