So I'm actually seeing now that motherhood has been and is an incredible gift in so many ways. The perfect gift, sometimes wrapped in really ugly paper, but lovely and amazing on the inside when you turn it around and look at it from a new angle.
It was like letting the volcano explode in a healthy way that didn't hurt anyone and once the lava (that energy) was released the inner world was reset.
Even when I'm knee deep in muck and grind, I can catch a glimpse of something truly magnificent, and that glimpse pulls me up slightly so the muck and the grind that feels so depleting has less of a hold on me than it did.
Love is not merely "romantic" ... And it is not kept for only relationships with others. Love is a dynamic field of potential where ANYTHING is possible.
My five year old asked me yesterday what is inside our bodies. "A ghost?" And I didn't necessarily have a definitive answer for him ... One that he'd understand, and that is "truth."
I do not have a fabulously flashy life. I don't travel to exotic places. I don't have a successful career. I don't live in a perfect dream house. I DO have a fabulous life though. It is simple. It is quiet. It is peaceful. And it is perfectly lovely most of the time. (mom life is sometimes brutal of course)
Just a little piece of rhyming inspiration.
I am here. I am open. I am breathing in the moment and ready to exhale what comes into this space.
Here's what I've learned through it though: What's MOST important, is to truly see MYSELF.
That's the awareness behind EVERYTHING. Every moment. Every contact. Every thought. Every feeling. It is all one.
You can become invisible ... so the only thing that is seen in your expression of beingness, is the Light of all that is. And in that invisibility there is peace, and power and purpose.
Peace is ALWAYS available. It never changes or alters, it is the foundational essence of what we are. We only need to embrace its presence within, to ALLOW it to flourish.