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The Real You

 

A few years ago, I attended a workshop during which the facilitator shared about her first spiritual experience at age 3 when she peered into a mirror and inquired “Who’s in there?”  It got me to considering who it is that reflects back at me when I mirror gaze. Sometimes, like many of us, I find fault with what I see, like looking into a fun house mirror, with a distorted image. I don’t think I know any woman who is completely satisfied with her body; how about the guys? Since I can’t speak from experience, perhaps you can tell us. In the past year since shedding over 40 pounds, I have peeled off layers of facade as well as inches. That’s not me either, it’s just my body.

I have been through various career incarnations in the past 30 some years….lifeguard, magazine publisher, freelance journalist, massage practitioner, social worker, author, clown, minister, waitress, ice cream scooper, greeting card text writer, supervisor,  motivational speaker/workshop facilitator, organic product demonstrator, PR Goddess, volunteer organ donor educator…the list is still growing. That’s not me either, just work I have done in the world.

Once upon a time I was married. That changed when my husband died 13 years ago and I became a widow. Since then, I have been both single and part of a couple. I am the mother of a 24 year old young man. I am the oldest of two, with a 2 1/2 year younger sister. I am the aunt of 6 nieces and nephews. I am the cousin of many more than that.  I am sister in-law to 4. In the past nearly 4 years, both of my parents have passed, making me an ‘adult orphan’.  That’s not who I am either, just family/ancestral connection.

I love music, art, reading, writing, drumming, dancing, singing, yoga, chanting, nature, massage, channeling words and images that come through me, and connecting with kindred spirits. Those things bring me into a joyous state. That’s not me either, just activities in which I engage and people with whom I gratefully interact.

So, who am I?  I am a Divine creation, love incarnate, a haven, a home for my heart and hopefully those I draw into my life. I am a wonder-filled being who discovers delight in the miraculous occurrences that are always calling to be noticed.

WHO ARE YOU?



  • http://AddaURLtothiscomment Renee

    I enjoyed your “juicy” writing. I once wrote a poem entitled “Juicy”. I resonate with you in many way – I, too, have a MSW and WAS a therapist for 16 yrs. Now, I play and pray. Now I study and focus on becoming healthy and whole. Thank you for reminding me to live the “juicy” life.

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