“Life is the journey of learning to become ourselves.”
That phrase was on my mind as I awoke this morning. I don’t know if it was something said at dinner last night, or if it was part of a dream. But it continues to resonate, to shimmer in the morning light, pushing back the cold, dark winter of my thinking spring will never appear.
Spring always appears because spring is part of the earth’s journey around the sun. It is its nature to arise and push forth blossoms and blooms every year. It cannot stop itself. It must spring forth into being.
It is in my nature, and yours, to arise. To push out of the darkness, to push through to life beyond the narrow confines of the past and our limiting beliefs that what happened “then” is the limit of what is possible now.
Our life journey is always about becoming — our true self and true to our selves.
It isn’t that my true self or your true self were never there. Like seeds awakening from the earth’s embrace beneath the warmth of spring’s welcoming rains and lengthening days, my true self has always been within me. It’s just, its been sleeping. Hibernating. Holding itself close to the roots of my soul’s path into the light waiting for me to feel the warmth of spring loving me just the way I am so that I can become in Love with myself and all my world, just the way I am and just the way it is.
Neale Donald Walsch, author of Conversations with God, talks about how when he first began the process of transcribing onto paper the words he was hearing that could only be divinely sourced, he wrote something so scandalous, so startling, so upsetting that he dropped his pen and sat back and exclaimed that it wasn’t possible. What he wrote was that because God understands, Hitler too went to Heaven.
Not possible, his mind wanted to insist. But, as Walsch explains, while that thought was ‘foreign to my mind, it was not foreign to my soul.’
Loving ourselves can feel foreign to our minds. Sometimes, we might say, of course I love myself, even when we’re doing things that demonstrate clearly our lack of love for ourselves. Sometimes, we know we don’t love ourselves. Our minds repeat the litany of our sins, it reminds us of our wounds and in our distress, we cannot embrace the one we believe ourselves to be — this wounded, broken, and shattered human being.
Our soul knows.
It always knows we are loving, loveable and loved.
It always knows there is nothing we can do that will turn it away from loving us.
Our soul knows.
And in this journey of becoming who I am, I step into the love of who I’ve always been, always will be, even in those moments when my mind tells me it is impossible, not true, not real.
My soul knows.
Your soul knows.
We are LOVE in the pure and beautiful expression of all our human condition.