For a long time I’ve held the phrase “Taking our True Seat” as a celebration of realized sovereignty and inherent inner majesty; a joyous self-claiming.

To sit firmly, kindly and elegantly within oneself, allowing all subtle striving and habitual movement outwards to settle within; to love oneself completely, is to recognize where true, lasting home and fulfillment is to be found.

It’s a fierce choice, this inner marriage. A poignant choice of radical self-embrace. In my experience it’s also an incomparably fruitful and spiritually rewarding choice. And yet it does not come without a price.

In my experience, this marriage to Truth requires immense relational sobriety, and a death of relational projection.

It requires us to love stillness more than we love drama. It asks us to love burning more than we love spinning. It asks us to prioritize presence over fantasy.

It asks us to surrender our perfectionism for authenticity, and to truly lay down our delusion of control.

When our marriage to Truth and Love itself can be honored above and beyond all else—all phenomena, all form, all contracts, all roles, all circumstances, all relationships, all appearances—then we know we can truly trust ourselves, and from this deep, essential self-trust, we can offer ourselves generously to life.

I used to feel that this marriage to Truth was an inherently lonely choice, on a human level. I actually carried that stance and belief as if it were a well-honed wisdom, which I would freely offer up to people when asked. With a sober shrug, I’d announce, “True awakening is a lonely path.”

But what I’ve been leaning into more than ever lately, are the undeniable ways in which my “sovereign seat”, this true seat in myself,  is actually elbow-to-elbow right beside yours!

I used to be somewhat identified with being alone—a  rare individual, a single mother, a solopreneur. I held myself apart somehow, in protection and defense of my spiritual marriage to Truth.

Honestly, I think it’s been a vulnerable stretch for me—part of my personal, human growing edge—to really surrender to the grand scheme of collaboration; to surrender to the sticky, tricky task of actually relying upon one another; to open wider to the power of having one another’s backs; to give in to the actual, literal truth of no separation in Oneself.

Now that I’m slowly leaning in more, I feel increasing relief. I was never meant to hold this on my own. In fact, we were never meant to hold anything at all.

This that we love, this that we’re joined by, is holding us, with infinite Mastery and Grace.

We are in this together. We are side by side in this bumpy boat of incarnation and awakening and service. We are side by side in our messy humbling, and in our shining clarity. We are side by side in our human vulnerability and in our essential invulnerability. We are side by side in Truth and as Love.

And what a relief to find ourselves in a time where there is no pedestal to fall from, not even within ourselves. There is certainly no pedestal to put anyone else on top of. We are all low down, here on the ground of our sacred, fleeting aliveness. Our humility is our dignity. Our connection is our refuge.

Home is simply being ourselves, moment by moment; mustering up the courage and patience to show up and to tell the truth and to love ourselves exactly as we are.

Welcome home! I love you. I’m so grateful to take my true seat, and to meet you here as you take yours, elbow to elbow, heart to heart, in this blessed bumpy boat.  xo

Exceptional art by Tessa Mythos.