Remembering Who You Are
Getting Lost, forgetting who I am, is the single most painful experience of my life.
''Remember Who You Are.'' Said the grandmother in the movie Muana...such a great movie.
As we left the theatre my 16 year old came up to me and said:
''You know mom, you are like that crazy old lady, you remind people who they really are, including me.''
It was like a jolt of lightening..one I didn't fully let in because I was still feeling numb and full of loss.
I have been grieving this past week...ok..FULL Transparency...for the last 3 months for the loss of myself. AND I MISSED myself..sooo much..soo much.
I forgot who I am.
I forgot my innate goodness.
I forgot what I have and continue to create.
I forgot my own preciousness.
I forgot my own power and my own devotion to loving...loving with all that I am.
I forgot the sheer power of my own love for myself.
I forgot that I CAN trust myself, only completely.
I forgot what a magnificent creature I really am.
I forgot that I am the most courageous person I know.
I forgot who I came here to be.
I forgot how much I matter.
I forgot innocence and wonder and curiousity are my very nature.
I forgot that I am powerful and worthy simply because I exist.
I forgot how intentional I am, how sweet I am, how clear I am.
I forgot who I am.
In the last 48 hours I have remembered...and with tears pouring down my face here I am, with you, remembering who I am.
My son reminded me a week ago with his words...his words allowed the healing to return into every morsel of my being..slowly at first...and right here right now..as a flood of remembering...and the remembering...that..
I AM that crazy old lady reminding first and foremost MYSELF of WHO I AM.
There is nothing more painful than forgetting who I am and there is nothing more healing than remembering again.
I am here to make sure that those who want to remember who they are...never ever forget...ever again.
That is the power of who I am. And it is my calling in the world.