Remember: when one is wounded the whole is weak, when one is sick the whole is affected, when one is injured the whole will suffer. What is in the One, is in the Many.
Grace finally comes. Not in a peaceful, quiet hush. But in the arms of panic attacks and the inability to pretend to have it together for one more fucking second. Who knew grace would show up like that?
For it is only in that full bloom energy where we can know what freedom truly means. Don’t be afraid of it. Love it. Worship it. Feed it your full attention.