Morning Meds; 12 3 21
Our lives are music dancing in the air.
Dissonant or harmonic,
rhythmic or arrhythmic,
we exist to play our own song.
We are not here to be someone else’s version of us or someone else’s version of spirituality.
We are not drawn to Source to be a copy of someone else’s aspirations of correctness.
Our callings are beyond the approval ratings delved out by well-meaning others.
We are not here to be spiritual clones.
We are here to remember our essence and express it as Source flows in us.