“this is a
touching of the hem.”
Let’s do this; let’s hold our hands up against the thoughts, and memories, and words that stick to our skin while they turn the story into a painful examination of what is wrong with us. Let’s shed that. Let’s walk humbly with one another, always watching for the ways we can turn softer, but with an innate knowing that we aren’t meant to live underground. Let’s stop burying our good good hearts under the way people treat us, the way they talk about us, the way they misread us. Let’s grow together, straight out of solid rock if we have to. But let’s shed everything that slides in under our ribs and leaves us feeling ashamed of who we are.
I remember doing my friend @morgandaycecil’s pilgrimage years ago and cutting out a little square of paper that said, “my heart is good”. I put it on my fridge and asked those words to uproot the toxic theology of being forged with a deceiving heart (sin nature). I left it there until I felt it, until I could say it out loud without choking. I mantra’d the hell out of that one. And it started something for me.
I KNOW this now. I know it for me and I know it for you: your heart is good. You entered into this world good and things have happened to divorce you from your own birthright, but it’s never left you. The Divine breathed life into existence and called it good. That word still reverberates at the base of creation, shining like om at the core of who we are.
Everything else is just a misdirection. And those misdirections are a symptom of spiritual inflammation, its how our souls tell us to come home, to return, to find our way back to the path. Without shame, without getting small, without losing our freedom - we just redirect to the Divine goodness that lives in us like a rainbow of energy and hope.
You are good. Your heart is good. Divine Love spoke it and everything else is just commentary.
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