I often write about the power of shame in the context of recovery. But shame is a human problem, and long-time Christians are in no ways immune. I was a Christian--and a slave to shame--for more than a decade before I became a slave to alcohol.
As Mother's Day approaches, I am humbled by these lessons of partnership, as well as those of parenthood -- the privilege of birthing your best teacher, seeing your clearest mirror, and walking beside your greatest reminder for a lifetime.
It is essential to recognize that these family roles are not "the truth," but simply the roles we assume in our relationship to other family members. Typically, there is a sense of self that doesn't match the role, and the individual struggles to reconcile the two.
I find this idea of using technology to help us get and stay connected with the soul and learn how to nurture it in our daily lives an interesting concept, for I've always thought of the soul itself as our internal GPS.
In losing myself, I mysteriously gained an entire universe of light and indescribable beauty. It was so beautiful that it was painful. It was so ecstatic that it was unbearable. It burned my awareness and lit my entire soul on fire.
Who you truly are is alive and well deep within your heart. All you need to do is listen past the noise of the world, past the noise of your own self-critical mind. If you do, you will notice the quiet voice of your soul encouraging you to step into a brighter reality.
When we count our breath, we count on our breath. We discover it is the ticket back to ourselves. The breath both coaches and coaxes us into self-reliance, not only for relaxation into sleeping states, but also for profound letting go in superlatively chaotic and awake states.
People have all kinds of aspirations, some lofty, some more worldly. People sometimes experience their aspirations coming true. And many people have had their aspirations materialize only to wonder why they ever wanted that in the first place.