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Open Secret

 
"Let's celebrate all of us."
 
 
One of my favorite writers and spiritualists', Elizabeth Lesser, recently blogged: 

"So much is hidden below our adaptations, defences and disguises, as though we have to be ashamed of our very humanness. The irony of hiding the dark side of our humanness is that our secret is not really a secret at all. How can it be when we’re all safeguarding the very same story? That’s why Rumi calls it an Open Secret. It’s almost a joke—a laughable admission that each one of us has a shadow self—a bumbling, bad-tempered twin. Big surprise! Just like you, I can be a jerk sometimes. I do unkind, cowardly things, harbor unmerciful thoughts, and mope around when I should be doing something constructive. Just like you, I wonder if life has meaning; I worry and fret over things I can’t control; and I often feel overcome with a longing for something that I cannot even name. For all of my strengths and gifts, I am also a vulnerable and insecure person, in need of connection and reassurance. This is the secret I try to keep from you, and you from me, and in doing so, we do each other a grave disservice. This week, I encourage all of us- myself included- to share some of our secret with each other, to give ourselves and each other the gift of our authenticity. Lets celebrate all of us"



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  1. This is so true! A great read to start my day!I over come my negative feelings by trusting my faith in God.My energy comes from Him!

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  2. I couldnt agree more Leah. Your honesty is refreshing and I see you opening up more with each post you write. You have such talent in your writing and I wish you wrote more!!!!!!!

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