I have said for years that I am the source of all my woes...truer words never spoken...and yet the thought of being the source of all my joy? No...has never entered my mind. Just thinking that, "I am the source of all my joy," seemed a tish too selfed.
We tend to think of joy as being brought to us...by another's gift, by the weather, by a kind word, by something other than our own self. And yet, once we caught the concept of owning our self, being the source of all our woes became as natural to us as our next breath. We no longer need, can no longer seek, someone to blame.
But joy? I have stood still and felt filled with joy and shot my thank you to whomever or whatever I knew had gifted me. I do not recall ever feeling joy from my toenails up and inner knowing I was the source of that joy.
Ah, the bark comes off the vine: Joy is shared, cannot be singular...shame is ours alone, singular by self-centered guilt. Shame hides alone in our dark corners while joy jumps, shouts and showers love and laughter from within out.
BFO: Only when the spiritual I transforms the egoic I, does I am awaken as the source of all our joy, and God's will lives.
I Am the source of all my joy.
Thank you.
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