God in a Tree

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What is the great returning sadness? Some act of passion glimpsed, a heart felt moment between people, a heroic moment of faith and courage by a human being, seen for what it really is...

A glimpse of God, a return to the vision too often surrendered...forgotten. We are so much more than we appear to be, so much larger and move loving than we pretend to be.

What is wrong with us? What keeps us from being true to ourselves-joyous and free, but the fear of the fear sourced judgments and condemnations of others? We so desperately need to feel accepted and connected to one another that we ironically disconnect from ourselves and our great unlimited hearts. And then we lose our light and our laughter. Then we cannot embrace each other; we have lost our loving arms to fear and wrap ourselves tight in our own frightened embrace. 

Our egos survive as our spirits perish.  We run about futilely trying to prove our worth to ourselves; perhaps we can achieve something that will finally confirm that we are good and brilliant and deserving of love. We are lovable at every moment. Lovable and valuable, sacred. Sacred even as we wander and stumble, lie and hide. Lovable as every child is lovable. 

Today I wrap my arms around my self and I keep them there no matter what I feel or think or do or not do. There will be many who cannot love me in my weakness and fear but those who can...those who do will join one another in the long journey back to who we really are.