Easy // true

Things really aren’t so separate and confusing as we think they are.
They become so, in our humanness.

As I live on, stepping forth, stepping back, stepping into me, I learn that being human will not within my lifetime, be without work. Inner work, outer work, whatever work. I have resisted work not because of the work itself, (I actually can’t wait to do what I came here to do!), but the system which rules it.

The point we’re missing is, you get to decide.
You get to decide your life’s work.
Your life’s work doesn’t have to look like others’.
Your life’s work can be fulfilling and satisfying for both soul and body needs:
Love, and money.

It may or may not be easy
But it will be true.

As a 5 year old, being asked questions like,
“what do you want to do when you grow up”,
“who are you going to be?”,
instead of,
“Hi. I see you. What makes you happy?”

In this way of being towards each other, unconsciously we are saying you are enough now as you are. You are enough without your future you’s riches. You are enough without your future you’s friends, even! You are enough simply because you are. Here. 

The patriarchal, the few-ruling-the-rest society we live and are born into, he wires us from deep within our bone marrow on how we look at ourselves and our very life purpose.

I feel it’s as if he wants me to think that I owe him and that he is greater than me, that us, than you.
He is where he is because there was a time people asked for a leader.

It doesn’t mean he gets to rule our lives now.

“We can honor and enhance the attributes of something by placing it in an area that is aligned with appropriate energy.”

The freedom released when in a space where such an attitude is held is beyond all comforts. It sheds us of the fear of accomplishing a certain amount of whatevers, before my body takes her last breath. It means I can live more fully in a body more ready to be. Because I let myself breathe.

Then that breath takes on legs, she wants to dance
Then the dance wants a voice, to relieve and let go
Then that song wants to spread
It wants to knock on people’s doors
And sing you are alright
You are a gift
You’re love

It may or may not be easy
But it will be true.

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