I spent the rest of Sunday reading old personal journal entries from a few years ago. I do that from time to time, when I'm looking for self-reflection. It's a powerful thing, reading words written by your own hand. There's no denying them as truth. It was a deep, cathartic experience. I read aloud for about eight hours. Hearing my voice speaking my own words helps me process the learnings.
Reflection - Nov 15, 2001
[note: vulgarities unmasked and unedited]
Humble am I as I sit in the dark, flashlight in hand, asking my
maker to show me the light of my core.
"Ask yourself." God says. "Who
are you? You tell ME."
Wow ... such power. To actually take my own fate
into my very hands.
My heart races - my throat closes -
I shudder to
think of the infinite possibilities.
My writing gets smaller as I shy away
"Come back." God whispers
- There's a grave silence
Moments pass ...
I drift ...
"Helloooo" God beckons.
I take a deep breath
"You mean, I have to call the
"No," God replies, "You GET to call the shots."
Recognize your birthright as a
Take your life into your own hands.
It was your choice to begin
Somehow, somewhere you forgot that piece.
So - who are you?
"what" are you
Not how are you doing.
You are a human BEing, so BE who you
There is no separation
no better than anyone
(But you are way better than you think)
No one is better than you
(But they too are better than you/they