I have it figured out. I have peeled back every layer of the onion until I got to the kernel of my core where my deepest fears and deepest desires reside.
As Parker Palmer says, the soul never loses its original form and never stops calling us back to our birthright integrity.
Only recently have my learning journeys shifted from having a deep focus on growing in toward an emerging focus on growing out.
So many women friends have meekly confessed to me about feeling oppressed by anxiety and shortcomings. They do not feel whole.
In the last couple weeks I’ve noticed how pervasive this idea of catching up is throughout my whole life. Not just with work projects and tasks or with friends, but with everything.
A vicious cycle of apps to optimize my time and practices to mitigate my stress. I had become the epitome of a busy body filling in my life with busy work. Why was I so busy?
Six months after asking the question and just one week after my 26th birthday when I had set out on this solo roadtrip, I found the answer of how to let go of my mom.
If self love is actually love, which is always there, and when devoutly paid attention to automatically generates caregiving, then setting the New Year's intention to simply follow my being every moment of everyday, will lead everything in my life? Now, that's deep.