The Sacred Fight: Transcending

There I stood, next to the fireplace, my shadow darkening the doorway.

And there he stood.

Eyes locked.

His words came quick, and they burned. I felt something rise up within me. "Fight fire with fire," the voice whispered.

But then, something strange. Something different.

I felt myself, my essence, rising. Lifting. I found "myself" inhabiting a spot in the top left corner of our living room.

The watcher. (And yes it was as odd and shocking as it sounds).

And from my vantage point, I witnessed. I witnessed two people in love. And two people in pain. Two people with passion and two people with fire. I watched the words as they came. I watched the pain as it rose. And in that place, as the witness, I gave love.

I gave love to the one who spoke and to the one who heard. I saw the intent behind. The ache, the breaking.

And I, as the energy of the watcher, spoke words to "Kristi" who had her feet planted on the ground below. I whispered into her ear that I saw her pain. I saw her anger, and I could hold it.

And I invited her into something new. A new way to respond. A shift. Something deeper.

Rather than speaking through the voice of the fire, what if she could peek behind the curtain and see the pain of Ryan? What if, instead of butting up against the words, she softened towards the emotion behind the words?

And wow did that change everything.

And it was exhausting, you know. Being me, feet planted on the earth, and being the watcher.

And it was beautiful, empowering, inspiring, and truly shocking. I'd never really experienced anything like it before. I didn't even choose it. I just suddenly found my energy watching from the top left corner of our log cabin living room.

And to be honest, most days I forget. Most days I'm the Kristi with her feet planted on the earth. The Kristi that's triggered. Defensive. Who forgets there's a warm sun shining brightly behind the clouds.

But that Kristi is learning. She's remembering. She's remembering that she's a human, but she's also made of the Divine Spark. And in her true essence, she is the Watcher. And she's working on her practice.

What about you? What would it feel like, in those heated moments, to separate yourself from yourself and simply witness? To hold space? To love both? To see the goodness behind the anger, the pain behind the fire?