I like that wording more than, “I am loved,” or, “I am loved by God,” or even, “God loves me.” Feels more intimate, breathing with aliveness. “Am being.”
“What is your anger enabling, protecting against, or symptomatic of?” Anger involves natural amphetamines and painkillers.
Your shame knows that imitating love for the sake of acceptance is dishonest.
Light and shadows at once. The dark sides of trees against a lit up lawn and sky. The light and the shade both suck us in. And we suck in light and shadow. We are both. We are neither. We are the full scene. And more. A more without end.