I think the pain and confusion of shame for me, as the being sort of caught off guard, blindsided in the moment by my own biases and false notions. Definitely going it alone and isolating deepen the pain and confusion and keep it near constant. Shame, despair, confusion, fear even is not a haven for the heart. I DO have to be curious and look at those feelings, bodily sensations, rampant thoughts that seem to drown out a sense of 'how about' living in the moment. A breathing in and out helps to get some perspective, sort the ills and remedies, give some space and allowance for things as they are and as they are not. I can work on myself, not the world, not others.
Owning my story and yet being more than my story. Saying yes to that authentic voice, but first listening, being kind in a very soft and tender way to that place of manifest spirit - walking without alarm.
Summer under the mimosa tree awakening from a nap maybe 8 or 9 my parents came out to me sharing about eternal life. I’m not certain I understood it or do now but their unity love the afternoon warmth and light filled me