And then it came time to crack through my own bullshit, the procrastination, the inner crusher, the judge and the self limiting beliefs that I inherited through a line of blood that had to play safe to live and be loved.
Love comes wearing many guises. Not all of them are pretty. In fact, many of them are not. Because love is forever calling out to us, “Can you see me? Are you willing to know me when I am disheveled and unkempt?
I know that you are still trying to figure out what it means to be here, in this human form, and yet somehow still so connected to some other realm. I know that you are worried about so many things – from the state of your own soul…
Reflect on your experience, examine the situations when you felt a sense of lack in terms of the resources you hold most dear. Ask yourself what lies under the feeling, then what lies under that feeling, and under that feeling.
You wonder why she’s sad when she’s beautiful and she’s adored and she makes people happy. You wonder why she thinks that wine stuff is going to love her more than you do. So much that she falls asleep holding a glass, instead of your hand.