I’m continuing to spend time being with me this month.
I can’t say that I really understand what it means to get to know the part of me that always is, but the feeling of it is awfully nice.
“Being with me” is like taking a stroll with a beloved friend, and we know each other so well we don’t need words to enjoy each other.
I saw something new about being me yesterday morning on the beach.
I was in a low moment of struggle with my experience, feeling insecurity and disappointment. I could see myself grasping after the answers that seemed so far away and outside of me.
Something about this grasping vision seemed untrue. I wondered what might be truer?
And I saw/felt that I am not this small body, this limited mind, this swirl of uncontrollable emotions so desperately reaching for something outside herself and feeling alone in the vast universe.
I am so much bigger than I think I am.
I felt my “self” expand to include the whole vision: me, the grasping, the things that seemed to need getting, the universe creating them, the watcher of it all.
I am everything and everything is contained within me. There is no separation between me and what I seek.
I am a cell in the body of god.
It is no more difficult for me to receive exactly what I need, whether that be money, ideas or comfort, than it is for my lungs to send oxygen to my cells. It happens naturally, without effort or my conscious volition.
I am a strand in the web of life and the entire web at the same time.
“Getting my needs met” from this perspective takes on a whole new meaning. I want to laugh at how hard I’ve been trying.
It’s natural for the web of life to care for itself. The strands are already connected in the flow of life.
I really don’t need to worry about taking care of me. Me (as the Universe) already has that covered.
