Finally, at Peace

It has been a long road to this moment, captured by my photographer friend Marcy Mendelson. Finally, I can stop running: I am enough. Finally, I know that I matter. And when I completely matter, nothing matters---when I know the love that I am, nothing is at risk anymore. I have what I need. What a wonderful sense of freedom! There is nothing to do. Just sit and breathe and enjoy the sun and the air and the ocean and my warm skin and the hard rocks under me so solid and my heart beating and beating and beating and I am alive. It is intoxicating. And then a desire to do arises: to help. To help other people to understand. To help other people to understand the love that they are, that we all are.

The root of attachments: Attachments are not the cause but the result of our pain.

The root of all of our pain is not our attachments. Our attachments are a symptom of the root of our pain. The root of our pain is not knowing that we are love. When we don’t love ourselves, we attach ourselves to entities to create an illusion of being love. When we do not know that we are love, we ask everything around us to tell us that we are love. And then we have attached our hearts and our souls to something that has nothing to do with us, is on its own ride. This is a dangerous thing to do, because when it goes up, you go up, and when it goes down, you go down, and when it dies, you die too. So it may appear that the attachments are the cause of your pain, because it is such a poor way to manage your deeper pain of not feeling loveable. So don’t cut your attachments, for that is harsh, almost cruel to yourself. It is akin to yelling at a child who is crying to stop crying. The way out is to feel your attachments, fully embody your attachments, and see through to their roots. And begin to see the child who is crying down there on the other end of your attachments, and begin to love that child.