Belonging to Ourselves

Jan 11, 2021 | Blog, Featured Read

All these efforts to somehow crack the codes of life, of adulting, business, parenting, health, money, service, social media algorithms— for what?

So that we finally achieve some ultimate sense of security, or impact, or relevance?

So we can finally know that we belong here in this world?

What if we belong, already, just as we are?

What if—just in our availability to love—we belong??

It’s clear we’re all are on the same, steady trajectory towards death, including the eventual loss of everything we’ve accomplished and created; all our credentials, our reputations, our security, our relevance.

And that life is profoundly mysterious—some epic dance of dust and stars, love and loss, breath and faith and luck and will.

I don’t know about you, but most days, I’m just doing my very best to stay kind and sane! May we all muster up copious amounts of humility and self-compassion.

After a catalytic session with a client, or a fruitful meeting with a group, or a vibrant piece of writing, I can taste the simple joy and relief of having something to give; that delicious sense of being well-used.

Other days, my soul feels untethered and aimless, reeling in remnants of worthlessness.

Some days I can’t believe how wholehearted, grateful and brilliant my kids are, and other days it’s painfully obvious they are reflecting all of my flaws and shortcomings.

It’s easy in moments to feel like a total failure and loser at this whole human life thing. And yet still, I love myself. I love myself. And I love you. 

Somehow I suspect this unrelenting love is the ultimate point, after all. 😉

At the core of the moment, and the heart of the matter, God is. Life lives.

Love owns us, unites us, rectifies all the splits, and mends all the divides.

Here, without a single thought or duty or shred of significance, we are enough, we are worthy, and we belong.

Belonging to love is not conditional. It’s not something to postpone. It’s our birthright.

May we love and lose, walk and talk and pray from this belonging.

May we rest in this belonging.

I love you. xo

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