I love my work in this world. I love witnessing the unfolding and
awakening of a Soul...the transformation that remembering ignites. I live to
see the light come back in the eyes, filling from that deep, down place where Self-worth
has been uncorked!
It makes my feet hit the floor in a happy dance when someone
wants to dive deep. Not to be pushed from the cliff, but to hold hands and
jump! I’ve been at that ledge a gazillion times myself, and each time is always
just as scary as the first. Right up until the moment my feet leave the edge,
and I’m free-falling into me…and
all that I’ve forgotten I Am.
Exploring beneath the surface of Self – the
underbelly of the ego – isn’t everybody’s cup of Chi. Not everyone’s ready. I
know that. Some have gotten too used to dying to really live. Although it’s hard to watch them
struggle, I honor it. God knows I’ve been it.
I understand how unsettling the unknown can be, but now I know how unliveable the settling can be.
So I keep stepping to the edge, and I’ll keep diving in, again
and again, because living Who
I Am is the purest joy I’ve
ever known. You can always find me there, I’m sure of it. And I will always, always offer my hand when you’re ready to
jump, too. ~kbj
