You and I are facing each other – you are reading these words, I within the page.
May I be so bold to offer you a gift? If I may, read on.
I gift you with the courage to be, to know deeply the divine design of your life.
I gift you with passion for the possible and the willingness to bring this possibility into time. You are more than you think you are, and something in you knows it.
All the hurts and failures, all the wanderings, losings, dyings, and forgettings were but a part of gaining of the rich material of your life. By being wounded, you became vulnerable and available; by being lost, you were able to be found; by dying, you learned the power of new birth; by forgetting, you gained the joy of remembering.
Now I call all parts of you back, a mighty crew, seaworthy and well stocked, to set sail for new continents of spirit, shores of incredible lands where the fractal waves of many people and many times arrive at last, and you know that you have gained your birthright. Welcome home, god and goddess, no longer in hiding.