The River of Forgetting. Old fears still come up—fear of being pushed around, fear of being abandoned, of being crazy and wrong—but sometimes I just cruise along through my days, thankful for what I have.
And on mornings like this, a cold New England rain splattering the windows, my inner child just needs love. Just needs to be held and reassured and loved unconditionally. Yes, you are safe, you are fine just the way you are, you don’t need to prove anything or accomplish anything. Just be here and be loved.
I feel a little embarrassed about it—such a needy child! Should be more grown up. But when I surrender to the tenderness, it can be delicious, nourishing, deep, and quiet. We all need to love and be loved, beginning right here at home in the Self.