We are Not so Different After All

I wish no one ill will. I want ALL to thrive in truth.

Even in moments of darkness, I am blessed.

I don’t take for granted the small moments of staring peacefully into the falling rain, a gentle reminder to cleanse my heart of all that does not resonate with love.

Sea salt tears remind me that the sadness I feel is equal to my capacity to love deeply.

I don’t wish to give up my gentle and compassionate heart, even if at times it has also flooded my life with despair.

I am grateful for my ability to love deeply, to see into the darkness that others try to hide our of fear that they will be rejected for their humanness.

I see beauty, for we are not so different after all.

It is the wisdom of transmuted pain that softens us to each other, that allows still awareness of our connection to each other, and allows us to see how much we all just want a soft and nurturing place to land where warmth is offered with open arms.

I don’t want to miss the opportunity to share deeply into someone’s eyes and offer them the gift of of being seen, or to touch an arm gently, revealing the truth that you are safe with me.

I am still learning to offer the same to myself, and that is a gift also.

It is small conversations with myself where permission is given to not be perfect or to have it all figured out.

It is safe to be as I am, where I am, and to allow myself to be seen and heard, even with my blazing flaws.

Imperfections have beauty too.

A lopsided Oak is no less beautiful than a perfectly pruned rose; it is its essence that makes it uniquely artful.

Cherish yourself and also others.

We all hold scars, but we are also Creation’s brilliant wonders.