There is a well-worn path we learn to tread. It is a path worn smooth by thought, by a perspective that one self is inevitably pitted against another, that love is a refuge in the storm of life rather than the foundation of it all.
When we become aware that there is another option–a blossoming, a becoming rather than a striving, a flow with rather than a struggle against, our thoughts may still tread this same old and familiar path of separation, judgment and conflict.
Every time we remember, though, we step off that old path. Over time, as we heal, as we learn to accept ourselves and to appreciate others, that new path does not require conscious thought or strong focus to tread. It becomes the new habit. We have, patiently and steadily over time, though our willingness to feel, to release, to heal, to see clearly, made that…
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