Love: understanding that the will to confront my traumas and insecurities, to wholeheartedly touch the depth of my brokenness makes me whole, makes me human.
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Love is a verb. It is a gift that comes with great responsibility. As i find the courage and love to engage with the complexity of my humanity, i discover more of who and what i truly am. As i allow myself to feel all that i once tried so desperately to numb, to escape, i realize my heart can never truly be broken… though it sometimes burns with an intensity that makes me wish for death.
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“It is this burning [of the heart] which is everything—more precious than a worldly empire—because it calls God secretly in the night.”—Rumi
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The rhythmic beat of my heart beautifully (and sometimes painfully) reminds me that i am still alive. With fear, with love. Desiring. Yearning. Feeling. Seeking. Being. Becoming. Calling. Listening.
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To be flawed is to be touched by that which causes us to seek, understand, and (re)member connection with the cosmic dance of Creation which contracts and expands with intelligence, Purpose, and Divine love.