This past week has been one of the most revelatory of my life. I can be me without guilt or a need to be something else. Maybe I'm I not like the main stream. Maybe I'm not what others expect. That no longer matters. I am fully me. Take me or leave me.
I can say to the world - I celebrate you being fully you. Just don't ask me to give up my heart to make you more comfortable.
This is a divine breakthrough. Here is a poem by William Stafford that expresses my new understanding of myself:
When I Met My Muse
I glanced at her and took my glasses
off - they were still singing. They buzzed
like a locust on the coffee table and then
ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the
sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and
knew that nails up there took a new grip
on whatever they touched. "I am your own
way of looking at things," she said. "When
you allow me to live with you, every
glance at the world around you will be
a sort of salvation." And I took her hand.
Be all you can be. BE FULLY YOU.