Secrets are a harbour of power and potential. They are often described as juicy, scandalous or dark.
Secrets are little bits of knowledge that either peck at you mercilessly from the inside out, leaving you tingling to whisper their power into someone’s ear, or they settle, into your soul like germinating seeds, ready to send their vines outward to blossom.
I’ve got a secret my darlings. Yes, indeed I do. It’s not the kind that’s eating me up from the inside out.
No sweeties, sorry to disappoint. I’ve gotten past having to tame those kind of secrets.
The secret that I have is settled in around my bones like a nice warm duvet. Not to hot, and not too cold. Just right.
It’s blissfully mine, and mine alone.
Every once in a while I take it out and play with it. Examine it. Take in its good side, it’s challenging side, and then tuck it back in where it belongs.
Secrets lose their energy when spoken. The power of their impact ripples outward, stealing the sizzle from the original ball of wonder, and bleeding it out along the path of least resistance.
No longer a secret, the energy stuns and then is, simply forgotten.
When you keep something to yourself, your own secret, it can keep you smiling on a rainy day, get you up in the morning when you’d rather pull the covers over your head, and carry you through challenging times with challenging people.
I have a secret. I hope you do too.