Blow The Roof Off

"You've gotta blow the roof off of your heart and let the universe in."

Lou Reed

There was a time in my life when 'blowing the roof off' had a party reference. In this day, harsh images of roofs being torn off by storms or burned by fires or neglected beyond compare fill my mind. Evaluating the symbolism of damaged roofs, I find myself looking up into the new found light, being prompted to seek beyond limitations. 

When carrying emotional heaviness, I have the tendency to walk with my head bent down, limiting  my  perceptions from intervention. Even in my thoughts, fear over powers the gentle voices trying to guide me. These tainted visions restrict possibility of seeing a positive just waiting to uplift me, to change my view and rebuild.

So much is out of my control, but when my eyes gaze up there is a sense of restoration. I am not in this life alone nor am I meant to find answers by myself. Guidance is surrounding me, whether it comes from nature, kindred spirits, reading or becoming lost in a candle flame. When darkness falls, I must remember to blow the roof off so that my heart can be gently restored.