Photo by Diana Polekhina
Dear One,
You wake up each morning and fill the blank page with characters and a plot supporting ideas of permanence and becoming.
How’s that working out for you? It must be disappointing, even exhausting when things don’t turn out the way you imagined.
What if you crumpled up the page, shredded it, recycled it, gently let it go to begin again? Inscriptions on the heart are not so easily forgotten.
You will forget, fill the blank page again with fixed views, and wonder how you keep picking up the same pen.
Look around you. Others experience this, too. Marinate in the warmth of self-compassion, and then remember those inscriptions on the heart of ease, beauty, loving connection, sacred freedom.
As you meditate, feel the support of the Earth, breath and silence giving space to all stories of suffering. Listen to the heart’s whispers and sense the flame of divinity within.
You are more capable than you know.
This is how you can mirror the divinity in all beings, and remind them of their birthright to begin again.
With Tenderness,
Open Trust
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