It’s Perfect!

Yesterday afternoon I attended Remembering Wholeness with The Mother, a divine feminine being channeled by Barbara Brodsky. The opening comments tied right in with a previous evening’s conversation about some ongoing pain. I had asked my friend to identify any way she has not befriended her body. She spoke right away: pushing her body when it was trying to get her to stop.

Interestingly, the message I received from The Mother addressed the same dynamic for me on the emotional level.

What is there in your heart that you have pushed aside feeling it may prevent you from coping; feeling it may diminish your strength if you hear this or that?

The evening my dad died I went to my client’s home and did an art show.

The afternoon my mom died I went back to Holistic Alliance and saw clients.

The Mother closed her words to me with this phrase: It’s perfect. Perhaps not always pleasant, but perfect.

She reminded me that nothing the heart speaks is good or bad. It is all simply movements of the heart — some more grounded in fear, some more grounded in love. “Unless you hear it all, there is not wholeness.”

She offered encouragement: There is still some confusion that’s coming out of not deeply listening to and trusting your heart — your heart’s love, your heart’s wisdom.

Even quoting lyrics from a Walt Whitman poem, “I Celebrate Myself, and Sing Myself,” over and over, person after person, the theme of the day was the importance of learning to cherish yourself, hear yourself, love yourself.

As I walked alone in the dark last evening, I allowed tears to flow, saying to my heart over and over, “It’s perfect. Perhaps not always pleasant, but perfect.”

Today, it is great-grandson, Jackson, who has my heart singing Karen Drucker’s “Gentle With Myself.”

I will be gentle with myself
I will be gentle with myself
And I will hold myself like a newborn baby child
I will be tender with my heart
I will be tender with my heart
And I will hold my heart like a newborn baby child
And I will only go as fast
As the slowest part of me feels safe to go
I will be easy on myself
I will be easy on myself
And I love myself like a new born baby child
And I will only go as fast
As the slowest part of me feels safe to go
I am gentle with myself
I am gentle with myself
And I hold myself like a new born baby child
And I rock myself like a newborn baby child
And I hold myself like a newborn baby child
And I love myself like a newborn baby child