While talking to a woman about a project, we had a tangential conversation about the diagnosis of children with ADD or ADHD, and pushing pills on them like a cure-all, when in fact, many of these children have a mind of over-stimulation from creative impulses.
I continue to just surrender with gratitude. Knowing the truth of the innuendos I have been giving. I embrace my awareness and do my best not to resist. I speak from my heart and speak the truth as I know people are open to that truth. I listen acutely to the whispers and messages, especially to music that repeats in my life, that expression that touches all humanity.
Self-love is self-expression and creation. Some say we must suffer and hurt to learn self-love. Hurt is the illusion of not knowing or understanding love's embrace, yet it is that very love that may cause the hurt.
That moment was a moment of decision. I wonder if I made that decision or a higher power’s plan did when I have these moments of confusion come around. That reminder about the truth of who we truly are… Love and Loved.
As a child, words and letters simply danced across the page, like a secret language and code mystery lingering to be solved. The brain didn’t seem to connect together as learning these magical units of speech didn’t seem to match up right inside my head…
That moment that you realize you are okay and will be just fine. That ah-ha moment and appreciation hits dead on your heart target. A part of you drops to your knees in a little disbelief and the other part gives thanks. That moment that opens you up to that Truth.