Authentically Me

Over at Maureen's, Writing without Paper, I followed a link this morning to Lani Gerity's enchanting art/collage blog. Like Gretl of storybook fame, I followed the crumbs to another site and discovered a joyful place where Brene Brown invites everyone to join in the authenticity journey.

I was enthralled.

Last night, C.C. and I went to a movie and then to dinner. Over a delightful Grenache we talked about love and loving, lives and living -- being open, honest, truthful. Being willing to be imperfect, to be real, to be ourselves.

It was one of those exquisite moments where hearts touched, souls aligned and spirits whispered to the Universe, thank you, thank you, thank you.

It wasn't always pretty. It was always real.

Mick Jagger once sang, "You can't always get what you want," and I wonder, 'Why not?'

I mean, really, what's so wrong with wanting intimacy, closeness, openness? What's so terrible about wanting to share from my heart what is real, truthful, and while sometimes not that pretty, very real to who I am?

Aren't we all in our imperfection, perfectly human beings acting our way back home to the perfection of our birthright? There is no 'not to be' in being human. There is only being.

It is a beautiful day today. The world is perfectly where it's at. In all its beauty, turmoil, angst, joy and sorrow. This giant sphere suspended in space is orbiting around the sun, bringing day to some, darkness to others in a continual dance of shadow and light.

The earth spins through space and we live and breathe, act and react, shout and whisper, dance and fall, laugh and cry. The earth spins and I fall into place. Into that place of being perfectly okay with my imperfect expression of my perfection, being all I'm meant to be with every breath I take.

It is a beautiful day today and I am grateful for this moment to be alive. To feel. To see. To touch. To smell. To have and be. To know and want. To live and give into the joy of being perfectly human in all my real and sometimes weirdly wonderful imperfections. I can't be anyone else than me and so, for today, let me be joyful with each breath I take that brings me back to my perfection. Authentic. Real. Me.

May you journey into yourself today and find the one you've always been seeking, at home within your true self calling you to be, real. Authentic. Alive. At peace with the One you truly are, wholeheartedly embracing yourself in Love.

Nameste.