A miracle
There is much to unlearn. Parents reflect back to their children society’s messages about how one ought to act. Children are continually reminded and scolded, with good intentions mind you, about the right way to behave, good manners, of what to do and not to do. The voice of criticism and continual correction leaves an indelible mark.
Overtime children learn to mold their identity based on others expectations. Deep down we internalize feelings of not being enough, good enough, pretty enough, successful enough, talented enough, kind enough, giving enough.
is a change
One of the blessings in this latter part of life is to take stock of how much living we have experienced and whether our dreams were accomplished or left untouched, which motivates us to reevaluate our priorities. We have a natural propensity towards experiencing moments that enliven us and offer meaning.
in perception
Just a little willingness enables us to examine those false beliefs cultivated while growing up. We can invite all of them to the sacred alter of our being to forgive, be forgiven and release the weight of what we have carried for so long. Years of conditioning and the external influences that have fashioned our persona.
from fear
Learning is experiential. Relationships are our greatest teachers. Our closest relationships can trigger our greatest pain as we encounter each other’s wounding; the stuck places where we hold back our love.
to love
Our purpose is to love. Spiritual practices (meditation, prayer) help us to hone our listening skills so that the “still small voice” within will guide our every step. When difficult situations arise we can lash out in fear or see the Holiness in the other person (as well as ourselves.) It is easy to get caught up in the drama of life but it helps to remember that underlying all our words is a desire to communicate, “I love you.”
Liz Sorensen Wessel
Mandala by ~liz
Note: My essay stems from Marianne Williamson’s teachings and my reflections, both which are based on A Course in Miracles.

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