There is nothing quite as beautiful as beholding someone who chooses to show up.
I’m talking with all they got, all they are, all they want.
With all the inner workings, desires, hopes, insecurities, fears, doubts.
It’s the showing up that indicates Life.
A desire to Live.
A desire to be free, to know freedom.
A desire to connect, to know, and to be known.
A meeting place of two people who choose to show up is a space of truth, of healing, of Love, of presence.
The alchemy that happens in that space is indescribable, uncontainable, unstoppable, irreplaceable.
It is magic, pure magic.
It is the experience of the universe, the breath of God, the dance of Life.
It is so good – makes sense the price to pay is high.
The price to participate is to show up myself.
To be willing and vulnerable.
To be open to the unknown.
To be willing to go into what seems to be darkness.
To be willing to be seen.
To be willing to heal.
There’s nothing quite like it.
Once experienced, anyone can know the price is more than well worth it. It is actually the biggest bargain in the universe.
To give up the walls, the fears, the filters, and layers.
For adventure, freedom, self-expression, authenticity, connection…
Is there really anything else we want in our lives?
Than to see and be seen?
To know and be known?
To be recognized as who we truly are when we show up as we are?
I can’t seem to find anything more glorious and more soul-connecting than this.
Perhaps this is why somewhere in the Bible it says, when two or more are gathered, there God is.
Or something like that.
Shit is real.
Get on it.