I talk to my higher power a lot. All day really. I talk to my angels, Jesus, nature, God, my guardians of light, people who have passed on. And I continually examine my mind, my thoughts, my actions—all the time. I don’t know how to breathe without focusing on the light, on my journey, on my life’s calling.
But I am human. I falter. I stumble. I become fixated and obsessed. I worry. I forget. I forget my purpose and the gifts I carry.
Then the guilt comes. The analysis. The fret and worry. And I am engulfed in should and should nots. How I could be better, more perfect, less human. My mind spins in review of all the reasons I am not enough. All the sources I turn to instead of light—the things, the people. I make validation my idol. I make love of self my goal. I forget why I am here. I forget to release expectations. I forget I am love. I am perfection. I am pure light.
My gift is in my message. In my story. In my words. In my ability to share my truth from the depths of me.
But I forget.
Sometimes I realize that I am writing for my own interest.
Sometimes I write only to be heard or seen by one special person, a friend, a lover.
Sometimes I write in hopes of discovery.
Sometimes I write so someone, anyone, will take note.
Sometimes I write to count the number of like buttons hit on my blog.
Sometimes I write in hopes of the perfect comment from a reader.
Sometimes I write because if I do not I will absolutely explode.
I think of these reasons. And I weep.
I think these are wrong. I think I am wrong.
I cry and beg for forgiveness. For forgiveness for being human.
I plea to be led back to source. For release from my selfish ways.
I weep and weep.
I beat myself up.
My light dims.
Until spirit gently answers.
Like he always does.
In the kindest of ways.
In the form of a gift sent by a distant friend.
To bubble wrap
A mini-zoo of plastic animals
Each animal with a small uplifting handwritten note attached
Each with a special message for my spirit
I hold each animal and weep
And then at the very bottom of the box
Find a Beauty and the Beast CD
And I cry harder
In the knowing
Spirit is with me
In knowing I am enough
That I am beauty despite the beast
And beast despite the beauty
That I am courageous
A source of light
Walking in divine timing
Blessed in grace
Both equally powerful in message and truth
And I weep again
For I am
And will always be
Thank you my dear precious friend
Thank you dear precious spirit