I forget but thankfully remember over and over again that life happens from the inside out. That how we think about what’s happening in our lives determines what we experience. It determines what we experience because we’re feeling what we are thinking. And knowing that we are the ones who witness our thoughts, feelings and experiences, we have so much more freedom to relate to life differently. The same life, the same “drama” is now a whole new, alive, even beloved experience.
I know I am more than the story that happens between my ears. And the more I expand into this larger me, the more love I have for the storied me. Knowing that I am more than what I am experiencing right now, I’m somehow much more alive to the experience! Alive and free and available to unadulterated LIFE! The ability to hold my smaller identity within the vast truth of myself Has been profoundly healing for me. I feel more acceptance, happiness, freedom, calm, trust and openness. I feel my oneness and connection with All Life, and allow it to Flow through me in a way it can only through me. So I simultaneously have less of an identity and yet honor and cherish the uniqueness of being exactly the person I am. For me, this curiosity about who I am without my story opens up connection to nature, life, oneness, love, spirit and yet deep, true, authentic self. It creates such a relaxation in me. No fighting being who I am. Just a beingness of who/what I am. A bird is just a bird. It goes about its life without a story about itself. And certainly not a story about how it should be OTHER than what it is. If it tried to be a porcupine, it would get in its own way. Seemingly (because we can never really be separate), it would hold itself up out of the natural web. It would go against the Flow of things, and against its natural place and ways of being. But a bird never has a story of needing to be a porcupine, so it is relaxed. Being its bird self, it naturally, effortlessly fits into the scheme of all Life. So, me. So, you. We are all perfect, and held in the larger truth of what we be. No need for story.
And yet, how sweet the story of bird! Of me. Of you. <3
