Coming Up For Air

It's funny that my last post was about soaring above and having vision, while this one is more about being submerged and coming up for air. To go up, must one first be down and to get down, one must first be up....

I suppose there are some people who can relate to this part of life's cycles; of feeling as though you've been submerged in life so thoroughly that you only realize it when you've reached the surface and come up for air. And in my case it hasn't neccessarily been an easy submersion, although easy and hard are only perceptions; it's been one of deep remembering, deep growth and deep feeling.

1. I had no idea I had so much love to give one person.
2. I had no idea how much love and acts of love I am able to receive.
3. I had no idea that I actually did know all of this and that I simply needed a reminder.

Being submerged, so to speak, was a cycle of great expansion for me in that I recognized and met many forms of resistance with understanding and love and a desire to move beyond it. I opened my heart, my consciousness and my being to all sorts of possiblities. I put myself in many positions where I might have 'gotten hurt' or had my heart broken. The real truth about hurt though is that it's another expression of love. It's the process of letting go, of grieving. At least that's how I percieve it.

So anyway, it feels good to be able to take a breath again and to get my feet back on the sand. I understand I've chosen to undergo this whole process of healing myself. When I chose that path, I had no idea what it would entail...or maybe I did and I'm only remembering it as it happens. The illusion of it All still amazes me and I will always be greatful for the souls who have been present for me in this process. What a gift.