How profoundly and ass-kickingly wondrous is the
experience of being so much more than… this? More than a body. More than
thought. More than feeling. More than addiction. More than perception. More
than dreams and illusions. Life has, quite literally, forced me into an
intimate relationship with the part of me that is indestructible. No matter how
painful that process has been, how can I not be grateful for it? And how cool
that everything I think I know, or have figured out, is just a tiny drop in the
ocean of all that I have yet to know and figure out? The experience of piece by
piece remembering all that is and all that I am, and what happens when I bring
my personality into alignment with my Soul is really, just a big, fat party.
So abundantly grateful I accepted the invitation.
