Don’t turn away from your envy as if it makes you dark, as if it makes you petty.
Follow it. Let it show you the disowned parts of your soul.
Let it bring you face to face with the You who’s being shielded from the light she needs to step into.
Don’t hide your eyes from your envy and will it away.
Lean toward it and beg to know what it’s asking of you.
My envy kicks up when I see an activist brazenly staring down terror and adversity for their cause.
My envy grips me when I witness wild beauty and unselfconscious expression.
My envy chokes me when I see people risking comfort and their reputation for justice, equality and mercy.
My envy tells me where to move and what to excavate. It shows me where to shine light and asks for clarity. It unveils what needs confrontation or expression.
My envy whispers to me, invites my curiosity and shows me the future of my art.
What is your envy begging you to liberate?