These days I live alone with my husband, the only person in the world that I feel completely safe to be myself (lucky me). This week my empty nest has refilled with children and significant others to celebrate our lovely American holiday in homage to gratitude. There was a noticeable juxtaposition in my internal world between the comfort and relaxation I feel being fully myself in my own quiet world and the reality of having multiple personalities - known and unknown - in my house. Nature added the cauldron by simultaneously pouring buckets of rain on us and keeping us house bound. My thoughts converged around a person’s sense of energetic right to exist and energetic overtake.
The sense of self (body, impulses, emotions, reactions, expressions, heart, soul life pulse) as a safehome in which to land seems like it should be a birthright. I wish it were true in the energetic sense. The only time so many of us actually felt permission to be ourselves completely and even knew what that me…
