I’ve been feeling energetically depleted and spiritually exhausted of late. Despite trying to get my self-care back on track, I couldn’t shake the fog.Then I experienced the most beautiful yin yoga class last night. I fell into a wonderfully deep mediative state, feeding me the nourishment I craved. But what gave me release and brought tears to my eyes was when my teacher read the following words, words I so needed to hear.
I leave it here for you.
You’ve got it all wrong. You didn’t come here to master unconditional love. That is where you came from and where you’ll return. You came here to learn personal love. Universal love. Messy love. Sweaty love. Crazy love. Broken love. Whole love. Infused with divinity. Lived through the grace of stumbling. Demonstrated through the beauty of… messing up. Often. You didn’t come here to be perfect. You already are. You came here to be gorgeously human. Flawed and fabulous. And then to rise again into remembering. But unconditional love? Stop telling that story. Love, in truth, doesn’t need ANY other adjectives. It doesn’t require modifiers. It doesn’t require the condition of perfection. It only asks that you show up. And do your best. That you stay present and feel fully. That you shine and fly and laugh and cry and hurt and heal and fall and get back up and play and work and live and die as YOU. It’s enough. It’s Plenty.
– Courtney A. Walsh