I’ve always wanted to be someone else. Now I’ve decided to forgive all my judgements, my criticisms – my separation from my self – and come home. I’m fairly simple. I like to love, help out, hug, smile, cry. I’ve wanted so much to be clever, sophisticated, smart – so much so that I’ve missed acknowledging my own strengths, my wisdom, my experience – with life and death, with being with great human drama/crisis and being steady.
I’m coming home, finding my own starness, my own selfness. This separation act is the same thing we do with spirit, deny, repress, reject – separate -. We create the dream of separation and relive and relive the pain. Releasing the dream, we awaken to our own uniqueness yet acknowledging our sameness as other beings. The pull and tug are over. Joy rushes in, explodes.
