Words that matter

BEST- Acceptance as a spiritual discipline.

Yesterday, there was an e-mail. Words I know to be true about me. Words I know I would have struggled to receive in the past. An awareness of the source of the struggle; ambivalence of the reality of how often who I am places me as ‘the other’ in community. An inability to accept that place, a compulsion to move into it.

This morning, a huge good ache at the beauty I live surrounded by and in, including who I am. A taste of freedom to see goodness. To be me. Fully. 

Thank  you Erin.

Comments

[Barb Totterdell]

It warms my heart to read this about you ... I long for the same kind of acceptance for me about me :) To be honest it is coming, just more slowly than I'd like.

[anj]

Barb - Yeah, I see it coming. For the both of us.

[wilsonian]

it's an honour to 'know' you, Anj :)