I don't know about you, but messing up was not something that was taken lightly in my childhood experience. I can't tell you how much I love the breath of fresh air for me
that is this poem- and how I much life presents me with opportunities to learn it more deeply.
I have always looked for safe havens in my life. At the same time, I have some force within me that compels me to head straight into the direction of disrupting the safety I find. That force within me that knows that safety is not the requirement for engaging in my life, but rather the ability to tolerate uncertainty, anxiety, fear and negativity with the confidence that I am and will be ok. I have an aversion to these uncomfortable states as big as the great outdoors. I have sometimes thought of myself as a spirit more suited to existence in the ethereal, loving, and safe beauty of eternity yet here I am in my messy human form with all the inconvenient primitive fears and survival needs that go with it. I can't just hang out in angel form no matter how much I want to sometimes. I have to roll in the mud of the earth along with all the other tender and fearful inhabitants, getting messy, getting it wrong and sometimes right, sometimes terrified and sometimes brave.
This is the life's lesson assigned to me when I was graced with my human life. I accept it with love and gratitude- I adore the challenge though it kicks my ass. Now I share what I am learning with other tender souls as a coach for relationships of all kinds- all starting with the one with ourselves. I love it so much.
"Dear Human:
You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you’ll return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often. You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives. It doesn’t require modifiers. It doesn’t require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU. It’s enough. It’s Plenty." — Courtney A. Walsh
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