You are loved. You are love. I love you ๐ฅฐ
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I invite you, dearest friends to never, never measure your dignity, purpose and worth by a yardstick that depreciates the gift of your existence. We are beautifully, stubbornly human. We inhabit a landscape of finite limits, and when the fog of tiredness, the spark of irritation, or the weight of despondency settles upon us, we can only offer what is within our reach at that moment. Retrospect is a gift meant to deepen our wisdom, not a whip to reproach us for being finite.
So often, you draw from the deep well of your own compassion even as the bucket scrapes the dry stones of exhaustion. You navigate a world that demands you be everywhere at once, tending to a thousand directions and a thousand needs.
This week, my own reserves were spent by Friday, poured out into the sacred, heavy spaces of palliative care and the quiet rooms of grief. I reached that threshold where I knew I did not have another ounce of myself to give. And I realised: that was just fine.
If we could see, even for a fleeting second, the sheer volume of light that issues forth from our hearts; if we could perceive the inadvertent healing we broadcast simply by being, we would be utterly astounded.
We are so much more than this world has permitted us to imagine. While the governing forces of this realm ratchet up the noise, the polarisation, the confusion, and the cold hand of control, I ask you to stay anchored. Retreat into the boundless, ancient love that resides in your centre.
Evolution has kindly limited our vision to a narrow spectrum so that we might function without being overwhelmed. Were the veil lifted entirely, the sheer complexity of the dimensions and entities surrounding us would be too much to bear. We move through a crowded unseen world, one filled with beings of pure Love, but also with those parasitic shadows that seek to distort our peace.
But remember this: You are a vessel of grace. You are a conduit for a compassion so vast it dwarfs the descending times we find ourselves in. Never doubt the magnitude of what you carry.
You are loved. You are love. I love you ๐ฅฐ
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