You Are Perfect.
Do not conquest, do not dream. Breathe life into what is here. Listen with intention. Show your tender love and care. You are in this moment for a reason. You are meant to enjoy. You are perfect.
Intro
Hi everyone. I hope you are well :).
Welcome to You Are Perfect - a diary entry of sorts where we’ll discuss the real You, Me, & Us. Here we will celebrate our humanness & connectedness through the Source that not only gives us life, but encourages us to Create as the Artists we are.
Do not conquest, do not dream. Breathe life into what is here. Listen with intention. Show your tender love and care. You are in this moment for a reason. You are meant to enjoy. You are perfect.
Identity
If you’ve been around my pages for a some time, you know identity has been the subject of conversation often.
The more I learn & unlearn what it is to be “myself” the more I find my spirit on the quest of detachment from my body.
I’ve been calling my body “the body”, it helps.
I’m letting go of what I think I want and of who I think should be. Erasing the imprints of my past from the stone of Self and understanding that what’s happened before this moment have just been happenings.
Happenings are projections and circumstances that are out of my control.
Happenings are not who I am.
I am right now, just a woman writing an email, separate from the stories that once defined me.
This week I had the privilege of enjoying some sunshine on the beach in solitude.
I practiced just being a woman on the beach. Not “Bari” on the beach.
I set an intention of letting go of the assignments I place upon myself and got quiet enough to feel each grain of the sand in-between each toe. I collected seashells.
With each step gliding along the sand, I tuned in and out of states of consciousness moving from thought to emptiness back and forth.
Emptiness is peaceful and safe.
Humanness is chaotic and passionate.
Are you aware that you can choose your own thoughts? If you can for just one second let go of the grip - to separate your identity from your thoughts, you can separate yourself from the beliefs that keep you stuck in your current patterns.
Mainly the ones that reinforce self-doubt and dissuade you from taking action in the direction of your truest desires.
Your perception and understanding of yourself are just thoughts. And thoughts can be changed.
You are you. Either the one who has been programed, or the one who is conscious of its freedom.
When you are conscious, you are who you choose to be.
Most of my life has involved clinging in one way or another. I’ve clung to my identity and chased opportunities that would reinforce or “enhance” it.
I found it noble to brand myself- to make myself clearly definable, differentiated, & unique.
But I could never quite get it right.
The adjectives I assigned myself wiggled around me like an ill fitting shoe.
Maybe they’re just the wrong ones? I’d wonder - but in search for new words all I found were more words.
Because the identity never fit quite right, it encouraged me to long for things in effort to make it make sense. I chased for money, titles, objects, experiences, affirmations to validate the identity. To complete the puzzle that was “me”. To finally conceptualize the person who she is, what she looks like, and what she does.
But in truth on this journey I’ve mostly found beauty in things and myself still mystery.
Always separate from the entities I assumed would morph me into a better version of myself- no matter how close I got to them.
“There is nothing to come that can give you anything more than what you already are. You have no pockets.” - Mooji
Being a mystery is sometimes terrifying (at least for me right now).
But it’s more of an adventure than staying stuck in who I am forever.
I think it’s what gives life meaning.
Detach
Let go of the ideas you have of yourself. Release them like you would a ball from your hand.
Allow yourself to change in all of the ways you wish to. Encourage yourself to enter into uncharted territories.
Arise as an unwritten story each morning.
You are here to experience exactly what you wish to.
You are the player of the game.
A note on seashells:
Existing in their own stillness, separate yet together.
Broken & imperfect.
Average & miraculous.
Rugged & soft.
We are all here.
We all belong to the beach.
Such a beautiful read - I definitely needed this in my feed! Thank you x