This week has me feeling a little off. Anyone else?
To be very honest, I’m feeling a little less hopeful, taking a couple minutes longer to get out of bed.
I’m not sure what it is.
But to a certain degree, it doesn’t matter.
I still feel and express gratitude in every moment, every breath.
I still love everyone and me the way I know how.
I still feel that peace, that everything is passing and what’s true and only what’s true will remain. It always does, doesn’t it?
It’s funny, last week, I had a conversation with a good friend from my program and we joked that I was always happy and that it was all probably bullshit, a facade. I explained that I don’t always feel great and dandy, that I have my dark periods.
And here we are haha. This is life.
And the reason I keep going is because what’s happening right here, right now, where I can see, feel, taste, touch, and hear isn’t all of Life. It’s the happenings and the experiences. But the real shit is underneath it all, that quiet, stillness, expansiveness within.
It’s something I’ve come to learn again and again that remains remains remains remains.
Like my body needing air to function and thrive. I don’t think about it all the time, or actively breathe to stay alive, but it’s always happening. Since birth, and even conception, as my mom breathed for me.
This is Life, truly what remains beyond all the happenings. And here, I commune with God, the Universe, with Infinity and Eternity.
And I remember that I am taken care of. Always.
I remember that I am not alone. Ever.
I remember that I am worthy of a life that delights and satisfies me.
I remember who I am.
I wanna know what you think