I am in my centre, my truth and my truth is love. Let love flow from my heart, from every cell and pore of my body and being. Let love be my song, let my words speak only of love, let my eyes see only love and may all that I touch be imbued with love.
I have been talking about my truth which is a part of my personal journey towards myself, towards my centre, my truth. I feel that this journey is a spiral, in the sense that we keep coming back to it at higher levels. Even when we feel we know ourselves, have found ourselves, connected to ourselves, that we are in our centre, our truth, there is still going to come an opportunity in the future for a greater level of clarity and completeness to unfold. A greater depth, a greater truth to be touched.
I am at the beginning of my journey, relatively speaking, I’ve spent most of my life in a major state of disassociation with myself. So, for me at the moment, it’s an incredible experience to feel so much more connected with myself, to sense myself when I’m standing at my centre, and I feel so blessed, I feel like celebrating.
I am celebrating myself and as I say that, the first thought that pops into my awareness from my persona is the shame or wrongness of celebrating oneself, the guilt, the selfishness of celebrating oneself. But it isn’t wrong, shameful or guilty, it isn’t selfish. It is, in fact, self love. I do it not at the expense of anyone else, I do it in such an all-encompassing way as to be inclusive of everyone, as if to say, “I am here and I am celebrating myself. Why don’t you celebrate yourself? Why not? Let’s all celebrate ourselves, let’s all love ourselves to the extent that we are in celebration of who we are, what we are, what our truth is and where we are in our lives, where we are in our truth.”
So, perhaps I might inspire you to do the same. And in celebrating myself, I celebrate and own all my incredible achievements and qualities, I accept all the compliments that have ever been given me, I don’t dismiss or diminish them. I acknowledge that many of my gifts have arisen as strategies for my coping with wounds and traumas.
For example, as a little girl I spent a huge amount of time reading books. At every opportunity, I was to be found with a book. I lived in my imagination, either in the imaginative world of a story book, or daydreaming in my personal creation of story, where everything was beautiful and perfect, where I could be special and loved. And the consequence is that through my saturation into the written word I became skilled at writing, which has become one of my gifts and is my preferred medium for communicating.
I see now that I had my head in books because my life was so difficult, it was escapism and I chose to pour myself into my art because I was desperate to be liked and appreciated and it was a way I could achieve a sense of admiration.
I think it’s true for many of us that in adversity our gifts come to the fore, they become our gifts because they work for us as a way of coping with our wounds and traumas. It may be the reason a person becomes a comedian, a musician, a magician, a naturalist or astronaut; to feel popular, impress a parent, escape from reality.
That’s very much the interplay of the dark and the light, the shadows and sunshine that are our lives. We celebrate ourselves today with everything that we are, with the dark that we are and the light that we are. With the pains, problems and difficulties that we bear and the blessings, gifts and abundance that enrich us. So much of it all is simply a matter of perspective, simply a question of how we choose to look at ourselves and our lives. Let’s celebrate. There’s always something to celebrate within ourselves. Celebrate us, our life, being alive and all that we hold in our hearts, all our gifts and talents, all our strengths and all of the challenges that bring us to places of growth and learning. I celebrate you and I celebrate me.