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PLIANT by Victoria Lantz

Pliant

Push me up against a wall and watch me flower. I thrive in tight spaces, under rocks, and behind shadows. If you look closely, you’ll see I’m deliberately leaning into the confinement, allowing the pressure to mold me. I’m pliant enough to enjoy it.

When times get tough and I feel myself wanting to run, a small space deep within me gets excited. Whether it is a difficult situation, a challenging relationship, or simply an uncomfortable chair, some part of me recognizes a growth opportunity when I see it. After years of running from discomfort, today I welcome those feelings, knowing that I have an opportunity to grow. I may be called to change myself in order to accept the circumstance as it is or take action to change it. Either way, it’s an invitation to lean into the pressure and allow myself to be molded.

Loving Source, keep me soft and flexible for your sculpting.

(This poem originally appeared in Victoria's newly released book Epiphanies & Stories: Meditations for Mystics and Spiritual Seekers, found here




 Victoria Lantz authentically brings her experiences to life through a variety of creative expressions. She is an author, poet, podcaster, artist, speaker, song writer, meditation leader, spiritual gathering facilitator, and sacred listener. Her writings include God Is: An Accidental Mystic Discovers the Nature of GodLonging: Poems from a Mystic HeartUnion: Mystic Musings and StoriesYou’re Not Crazy: and Other Encouraging Words Every Mystic Needs to Hear, and Epiphanies & Stories: Meditations for Mystics and Spiritual Seekers.  She also hosts the Presence In Pain support community at PresenceInPain.com, the God Is Podcast available on iTunes, the You Have Been Invited Meditation Series available on Insight Timer. Additionally, she helps others embrace their spiritual journeys through her Let’s Get Real! gatherings and in one-on-one listening sessions. Currently living in Phoenix, Arizona, Victoria can typically be found hiking the desert landscape or playing her pineapple ukulele. Visit her website at VictoriaLantz.com.

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