So, who do you think you are anyway? A person saddled with responsibilities, navigating treachorous, unknown terrain to arrive at a place picked out for you like a pack mule on a million-mile march? A human enslaved to ego thoughts to be better, thinner, stronger, faster like a bionic woman created by crazed scientists?

I have an inkling that you’re MORE. More of a pilgim on a pilgimage. More of a student in a school of the highest learning where the lessons are perfect and your own, and the degree is in Love.

Didn’t I marry an alcoholic to learn to love myself, to turn toward myself and stretch into compassion? Isn’t it a great challenge to love the body that betrays you with miscarriage? It was perfect for me.

Some pain?… Some heart break?? Ooh… maybe there’s a crack! Shine a light in there! Pour light in, Love in… until we’re all aglow. Love yourself through it. See your goodness God-ness, and the other’s.  

Even if we reach enlightenment, and in our Samadhi see and feel all things as one, we’ll still be responsible for our little part of it all. Even if we perfect our behavior to be like Christ or attain the stillness of the Buddha, there must be love for ourselves.

Even if you didn’t follow any of the rules today; the ones you said you’d stick to, or the ones given by your family or your faith… you’re still brilliant; a 1000-watt bulb lit up by Love.

The lesson remains spiritual growth… opening more to Love, lighting the shadowy parts of ourselves with a floodlight of Love… elevating our own soul, our energy, this life… to be more of the Love that we are.

pics originally posted by namorada