Remembering Who You Are

This post is long overdue, possibly overthought, yet hopefully received with the intention that inspired it - to touch your heart space in humble gratitude for taking the time to be here now, and to remind you of who you are. So much of my intention around MotherNidra rests in the spirit of community. I genuinely believe we do not heal in isolation, nor could we even if we tried. We heal together. Recognition, accountability, forgiveness, and refrain, typically involve another. So too do surrender, prayer and grace. And if the “greatest gift we can give humanity is a healed life,” then we owe it to one another to pursue, and support, this quest. And that is what this community is dedicated to.

In engaging with students, clients and my own interior world, I’m recognizing more and more issues rooted in and around self-worth. And while many of us are genuinely committed to lifestyles, rituals and routines dedicated to wellness and self-betterment, we often avoid the very real call to meet ourselves with compassion and love. And yet, as the Buddha so clearly reminds us, “Compassion, that doesn’t include the Self, is incomplete.”

I'm curious about the deeper reasons why we negate this aspect of our healing yet also recognize the deep vulnerability and courage it demands. To sit with oneself means to become intimate with both our light and our shadow. The role of the “miracle worker” asks that we bring shadow to light, and recognize fear as a call to love. The willingness to do so is foundational to the cultivation of self-worth because it's essentially saying, "All aspects of self are worthy, or else I wouldn't be here now." Often it is the things we despise most about ourselves that hold the deeper cues to our own humanity - and when we meet them, in grace, we touch that very precious stone called humility. And from that place, we can move mountains.

With this in mind, I've decided to dedicate this year to Self-Worth. While I understand how layered and complex this issue is for so many of us, I also believe this is what we've been journeying toward our entire lives. Why? Because it brings us home. You are worthy because you are here. You are holy because you are standing on hallowed ground. You are enough because God breathed life into you. The scripture is written within your blood and bones. There is no off-planet God who looks like us. But there is You, floating within the breath of the divine. And that is enough. You are enough.

Robert Holden asks, "Who would you be if you weren't judging yourself?" Take a second with that. Why does this make me weep? How have we so forgotten the fundamental essence of who we are? And why do we continue to outsource so much of our sense of worth onto the opinions of others and then layer whatever scraps are left with so much self-judgment and ridicule? Can you see how this “forgetting” is a betrayal of Self and how it is this chasm (self/Self, self/other) that has perpetuated and continues to perpetuate so much harm and violence? Far too many of us have sat at the altar of illusion for too long, and now we are thirsty for something else. But while healing is simple, it's not easy. It means we must be willing to see things differently - and that begins with how we see ourselves. 

A Course in Miracles teaches us that "there are no neutral thoughts." There is only loving thought and unloving thought. One brings peace, the other war. One places us at the altar of Truth, the other Illusion. As so perhaps a good starting point in the cultivation of self-worth is to begin by cleaning up our thoughts and respecting our psychic pain as a cue to reset our thinking. Free will grants us the ability to do so through the power of choice. And if there are no neutral thoughts, because all thoughts are generative, then it's on us to choose. May you then, commit to meeting this new year with the courage to choose love - toward self, other and everything in between.

I'll close with Rumi because somehow, his words always suffice: 

“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other”
doesn’t make any sense.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.”

I’ll meet you there,

Amber