And at the bottom of our shame is, “I want to be good, to know I’m okay, to be safe to be me….because I want to be loved.”
And so our shame, like everything else, is born of love too. Just some iteration of it that got contorted along the way. Be like an archaeologist in your own life, and you will always find that the dig leads you back to love, the source of all your expressions. And the source of a current can never change – and your life is essentially an energy current. Only what springs from the well of the source is ever-changing, yours to tweak, grow, till, exhume, or chuck out.
You have all the tools. You get to build what you want with whatever fertile or sometimes rotted lot you’ve got. You are enough to unearth and heal any shame, any misdeed that’s perpetrated your innocence, and get yourself back to the seat of the source.
Love. You. Same source. Same thing.
Happy digging, lovebeings.
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