I'm falling in love with myself.

It's that. It's this. It's you. Always.

Things I want in a partner:

• I want to feel safe with them

• I want to feel safe to be myself with them

• I want to feel safe to express myself with them

I am that person.

I could cry right now.
I am almost crying right now.
I realised.
I realise.
I understand.
I am.

That’s the gift. That’s the magic. That’s the medicine.

This is why healing is relational.

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Relationships as spiritual practice. 

Love as a mirror & gateway to the Divine. 

These words are a prophecy. 

"I think, therefore I am”… or will be. 

I’m not in this for the fame, or even the money. 

I’m in it for the Truth. 

And the glory of Being. 

Being alive is its own reward. 

The sweetest victory of them all.

I want more. 

And… I have it all. 

Rest in peace.

I was wrong.

Our stories do not define us.

You are not your story. You are not your stories.

• There is nothing better than being able to admit when you’re wrong without shame

• There is nothing better than being able to be wrong without shame

• There is nothing better than not making yourself wrong for anything

I am right, I was right, and I will always be right….

Not just because I’m self-righteous…

But because I’m free.

I want to talk about the tenderness of being alive.
I want to talk about the tenderness of being a deeply-feeling human being.
I want to drop all pretences.
I want to drop all Performance Artist-y tricks.
I am dazzling, and I am not smoke & mirrors.
I am human, and I am wretched.

And it is beautiful.

This is love, to me.

Being with, on this journey.

I know, I trust, I savour
& I CHERISH
that I will always
have me.

No one else can understand* this gift.
I don’t need them to.

*And maybe this is wrong, too.

It probably is.
I just haven’t experienced it yet.
And that feels interesting to acknowledge.
Tender. Fun. Funny. Experimental.

What do I want to share?
How do I want to share it?
How deeply can I allow myself to be met?

I have to meet myself first.
I know this intuitively.

(Or at least… I have to be willing to)

I have to be willing to meet myself.

[So…]
I have to be willing to see myself.
I have to be willing to hold myself.
I have to be willing to do all the things I might want to outsource to another.

I have to be willing to do all the things another might want to do for me.

[And…]
I get to be everything I ever wanted.
I get to have everything I ever dreamed of.

I get it now. I feel it.
Or at least… I think I do.

And that’s enough.

Let’s talk about the ramshackle stories that make us who we are & say nothing about who or what we can be.

Let’s open our big, beautiful hearts.
Let’s fall in love.

Let’s believe in the power & magic of possibility.

I want to be wrong.
I enjoy being wrong.
It’s exciting for me.
It’s revelatory for me.

What next?

You tell me.

Let’s stop pretending to be anything other than joy, love & peace.