I Forgot

I forgot…

I forgot that the access to freedom is often grabbing a hold of the feelings, beliefs and thoughts that are so ingrained in our DNA – that we wear them like pieces of clothing or jewelry.

We wake up in the morning and put them on.

Our unlovable garments.

Our big hats to help hide our external flaws.

Our longstanding wounds that we are sure occurred from horrible people who were consciously vicious, cruel and bad- as opposed to perhaps having been wounded, damaged and diminished themselves by people carrying their own wounds.

We put on a disguise and hope no one sees our wounds.

But now, we allow their weight to impact the way we walk and talk and breathe and act and love and create and generate and we —

Dare I say, I…

I believe it more often than I realize.

And then I realize.

Awaken. Arise.

And begin again.

And, I begin to create what I forgot to remember.

That my name means beloved.

So my job is to reach out and connect.

And so it is…

Namaste I must say…..

@CoachMeDave