We make life and love happen.
This idea of us being the DO-ing is an exhausting performance.
When we get of the way, out of believing we make our life happen, we completely surrender with grace and can feel as absolute truth, that we are not the one breathing, we are being breathed . We are not the one moving … we are being moved.
Every impulsion in us expands us into the delicious simplicity of being the happening ❤️
The inner dialogue of condescending myself as being “ not enough” and other times “ too much” was once a daily theme tune. Whether what was happening was due to
I am noticing today how I used to believe I was meant to suffer. That because of all that had happened, I was innately bad. This kept me in a
We desire for wholeness, as if it is a destination, a misleading idea that one day if we fix ourselves, mend all our broken pieces, we might just get there.
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