A moment of truth and vulnerability.
This last week, and my trip to Santa Cruz, was fucking brutal... emotionally, and even physically in many ways. A number of things converged in my life that triggered my core wounds (and a bunch of peripheral wounds, as well) in ways that took me right to my edges of surrender, compassion (for myself and others), trust and a severe testing of my beliefs, practices and cosmology.
As I sit here a day after returning home, what IS clear, is that like all of the major evolutionary experiences in my life, ones where it appeared that everything was going to shit and falling apart... in reality everything was falling together in the most profound ways imaginable.
Every disparate event was brilliantly orchestrated to help me ultimately see, with crystal clarity, the things that have been in my way, and preventing me from moving into new levels of love, peace, joy, creativity and presence.
It feels like I was given the keys to unlocking the mysteries of the universe in my life. It's likely going to take a while (as we believe time to exist) for it to become more fully realized and embodied, but, holy fuck... the Love of All-That-IS is so immense and infinite...