Living as Me is no picnic. But doing that is all I really have. I can take on false identities, attempt new styles, new haircuts, new jeans, new bikes, new relationships, new spiritualities, new therapists,
But, its still me underneath. Still me under the skin. Still me wrestling, laughing, neurotisizing, loving, ruminating, playing, learning, aging, imagining, defending(myself), celebrating others, hoping.
But all Me.
My Soul, my True Self is always there. Close to Source, Creator, God. So close that ‘I’ sometimes get ‘us’ mixed up.
My Value is no small thing.
Today, I live as if it is.
The Way it Is
One morning you might wake up
to realize that the knot in your stomach
had loosened itself and slipped away,
and that the pit of unfulfilled longing in your heart
had gradually, and without your really noticing,
been filled in—patched like a pothole, not quite
the same as it was, but good enough.
And in that moment it might occur to you
that your life, though not the way
you planned it, and maybe not even entirely
the way you wanted it, is nonetheless—
persistently, abundantly, miraculously—
exactly the way it is.
by Lynn Ungar 11/28/15
Hope and Healing 