I am rooted in the place of opening myself up to miracles everyday. Grounded in my belief that Love is the answer. There is no need to question it.
I am full of hope, love, peace and joy. I am immersed in knowing I am the one I am waiting for. That within me I have the capacity to be my best friend, my greatest companion, my own beloved.
And still I waver.
I stall and hesitate. I bend and quiver. I lean into darkness of the unknown, I stand back from the edge of knowing I must leap.
I become the dichotomy of my resistance to grace. My stubborn defiance of miracles happening all around.
I become that which I think. That which I do. That which I believe. I know better than to believe I know it all. I don’t know enough to do it all and sometimes I do less than I know.
I know who I want to be, who I am meant to be in this world of wonder, yet still I waver. Still I sometimes eat that thing I know I shouldn’t. Drink that extra glass of wine. Say that statement that does not become me. Do that act that does not create more of what I want to see in the world.
I do the things I know I shouldn’t and berate myself for my doing. And then, I come full circle, back to that place of grace where I awaken to the light of hope, love, peace and joy shining in the darkness of morning breaking upon a distant horizon.
I seek perfection and know I must let go of being perfect.
I give into imperfection and know I must let go of my imperfections.
And then I remember. Ah yes. This is what it means to be human. This is what it means to be me.
Human in all my perfect imperfections. Human in all my defiance. In all my stubborn resistance. In all my being. I am human.
And in my humanness, I leap, and crawl. I defy gravity, I become mired in the muck of every step I take out of the darkness of the past, into this moment right now where I am present to this moment, right now.
I shine my light and then crawl under the blanket of my resistance to being my most brilliant self.
I am yin and yang. Light and dark. Open and closed. I am Beauty and the beast. I am me and you. I am. We are. Connected. Apart. Together. Alone.
We are. The human race, ever evolving. Ever expanding. Ever becoming that which we do not know. That which we seek. That which we know is the gift of this life we hold.
Breathing in. Breathing out.
This air I breathe in filled with the breath you let out.
This space I feel against my face once felt against your skin.
We are. Human. Divine. Miraculous. We are. Broken. Lost. Alone.
We are. The only one’s who can change this world in which we share our dreams, our hopes, our thoughts and deeds.
We are the ones we have been waiting for. To make a difference. To make it alright. To change the world.
We are. Here. Right now. Waiting. To leap. To stand back. To run. To crawl. To speak up. To stay silent.
Whatever we do we are human beings sharing this one world, one planet, one place on earth where we stand, right now, doing whatever it takes to become that which we have always imagined.
We are human dreaming of that which we have never dreamed of, that which we hold as sacred or profane. That which we see as nothing more than a problem or a solution, an idea or unmindful, a possibility or impossible.
We are One World. One Planet. One People.
We are and in our being, we must always know, in our humanity there is all the room in the world for us to shine and become the light we are seeking in the dark.
Shine bright. Shine on. Shine!