Life can get tough, but the Universe doesn’t leave us alone in our journey. The Universe understands that while we need to go through our own path to learn what we set out to learn and accomplish, we also need not forget who we really are.
In my life, I’ve always had those beings who remind of me of my natural tenderness – humans, animals, nature,. Tthey hold my hand, smile at me, persistently ask me to play and have fun, to sit and relax, to listen to my heart. Many times, I’ve learned to build up a shell around my heart as a way of protecting myself, and many times when the need for it subsides, these beings always do their work of breaking it up either piece-by-piece or in one blow.
It took a while for me to connect the dots and see the meaning in these relationships, and the presence of these beings in my life. Many times I’ve thought how undeserving I was of their love. But maybe, my human mind just can’t fathom the unconditionality of pure love. And maybe we are also part of this pure love even though it’s difficult to feel that way in our human form with all our complexities and struggles.
Nevertheless I am thankful beyond words can express. The Universe has always been unfailing in sending me all the help and love that I need.
It depends on our commitment
to expand our capacity to feel
how the world unfolds.
Richness surrounds us, and can never contain itself
we just need to open ourselves fully
to participate in this spontaneous
yet orchestrated overflow.
*An ode to my feisty, tender feline friend, Cool-aid; who has melted my heart back to its normal state. She reminded me that we only really have what’s in our heart. The rest are illusory.
We only fail at the goals we set. We only get punished by the rules we create.
There’s no external force that is judging us and holding us accountable for our actions. Heaven or hell are not places we go to in the afterlife – they are two extreme states of being within ourselves, of relating with ourselves.
We can either feel attuned to who we really are or totally disconnected. We only either feel proud of how we live up according to our standards or feel disappointed by how we’re unable to be who we say we wanna be, who we say we are.
Where do I end and where do you begin? Where’s the line separating annihilation from rebirth? When should we stop mourning and start celebrating? When nothing ever really disappears, when everything that once were will always will be – should we just watch and wait, in what way should we participate and evaluate?