Sometimes when things feel a little grim to me, I forget. I *am* being loved.
My sisters are my brother too.
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Fearing loneliness isn’t “bad”; it’s our perfect nature.
Real transition begins in disorder; your ego meets your divine spark within, “in the incarnate moment, in the scandal of particularity.”
“We are not comfortable with waiting, see it as wasted time and try to avoid it, or fill it with trivial busyness. We value action for its own sake.” We wind up running on empty, losing our sense of self, and blaming the world for it.