In the quiet moments of reflection, we are reminded that the journey we walk is as much about what we learn within as it is about what we experience without.
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It doesn’t matter whom I want to help, or heal, or fix, or love, if I can’t do it for myself.
This divine journey walks with us through the vast orchard of endless abundance, yet we cannot sincerely hope to satisfy our vanity by picking that which is unripe. We arrogantly — or perhaps innocently — try anyway and wonder why bitterness ensues.
Everything in its time and place, with flow, ease, and grace.
A terrible notion, perhaps, in a moment of apparent need, but a truth, nonetheless.
The pain, the resistance, the tension — they are the teachers, though not always as obvious as the switch.
Love is the gentle monster that won’t let you alone, ever. It is you, in entirety, and holds space into infinity without concern for trivialities or time.
Listen harder, it says. Feel more deeply, it says. Be daring, be willing, be wondrous, and be open — now and again — to recognize that it’s only a perception that makes life seem like a tightrope in the clouds, anchored to fantasy.
Birds can fly because they never question it. How often do we sever our extraordinary abilities, aspirations, heart murmurings, and lifelong passions because we’re taught not only to question everything, but to be cynical about it?
We could all use a good dose of “be easier on yourself.”
You are loved.
Temet nosce