I catch my ego in its act of rebellious denial of reality. Wonder Woman defying Ares. Hands on hips. Feet firmly planted. Chest out. Chin up. Defiance personified. I breathe. In. Out. In. Out. Love rushes in.

And in that place, calmness embraces me. Nothing seems impossible. Love ripples through every act.

I hope you come and read the full post over on my Substack — Ego vs Love: The Struggle is Real.