Good morning, Beautiful Souls
This morning I sit after a gorgeous meditation practice that reminded me exactly of that which I am, a gentle twenty minutes that brought me home. It is within this time that I revealed completely the beautiful child that I am – the love that I am.
As I sit and write, a shred of ego desires to creep in to cover the vulnerability of my words, to veil the innermost of my being. It longs for me to restructure my sentences, to follow the rules. My inner child knows not to follow such rules this morning. In fact, the moment she knew the rules came so naturally to her was the same moment she decided not to follow them… not entirely anyways.
My hope for you this morning is that you allow yourself to reconnect with her – your inner one.
Let her be. Let her play. Take her hand, and let things be done her way. See that she is all that you truly are. For she is home.