Obsidian

 

There is a force pressing down on you. You don’t have to fight it. You don’t have to accept it. The stress is there, it’s real and it’s not going away anytime soon. It can feel overwhelming. How much more can you take before you implode? You can take all of it and then some.

 

Outside pressure excites the particles inside of you. White hot liquid moves. Energy. Waiting. Something churning. Potential. In your core you feel the sensation of something about to be. Atoms bouncing off one another. Molecular gang bang.

 

When I think of all that you have, all that you want, and all that will be I am ecstatic. The heat doesn’t scare me, nor should it scare you. This is the beautiful chaos that conflict brings. Tap into that fire. It is part of who you are. It warms you. Quickens your thoughts. Adds a pep to your step. Let it out!

 

It becomes something new. Black volcanic glass. Beautiful. Sharp. Intentions become clear. It has no option but to resolve. This newly formed mineraloid can and has been used to make works of art, tools, weapons.

 

I challenge you in the coming weeks to erupt. Fall in love with the torrid stream inside. Let it flow and fix. An endless supply of obsidian lies before you. Make a beautiful weapon.

 

-G.G. Ark (J.M.Y)