Dear Friend,

You keep asking, Who am I?

You ask in all kinds of ways: In words, in actions, in the ways you forget and fall into despair, old habits, and fear, in the ways you treat yourself, shame yourself, hide yourself, share yourself. You ask in your defense mechanisms and your ways of dealing with the All of It.

You keep asking, Who am I?

And I know that ache - the one that sits behind your ribs, your heart, your belly, your mind, when the world goes quiet, when things get loud, when the filter of your mind and nervous system tells you that life feels much, or not enough.

You've spent lifetimes trying to answer that question through what you do, who loves you, what you achieve, what you lose.

I know you. I see you. I love you. I am You. I was you. Perhaps I will Be You. We are One.

You keep asking... But who you are isn't something you find. It's what's left when everything false (who you are not at the core) is stripped away.

You are not the part of you who strives for worthiness. You are not the good girl/boy, the caretaker, the overachiever, or the one who never feels like s/he's enough. You are not the story your nervous system wrote to keep you safe. You needed to be kept safe, it's so incredibly important. You are not that story though. You are not the armor you learned to wear to make love stay.

You are the One who has always been here - watching, witnessing, breathing. The one who can sit in the wreckage and still feel beauty. The one who can fall apart and somehow become more whole. The One connected to the One. The Pure Piece of the Universe that lives as awareness.

You are consciousness wrapped in skin. You are a divine experiment in remembering. You are a piece of God, exploring what it means to be human - to forget, to feel, to heal, to awaken, to love again.

You are the pause between thoughts. The presence behind the eyes. The love that refuses to die, no matter how many times your heart breaks.

The Love that IS. The Purity that IS. The wild that IS. The soul that IS. The faith and courage that IS.

So if you choose, you can stop running from yourself. You can choose to stop trying to become something. You were never meant to be "better." You were meant to Be Here. To feel it all - the holy mess, the quiet grace, the sweet nothingness, the cosmic grief, the healing rage, and the unbearable beauty of being alive

When you let yourself soften into that truth, when you stop trying, and shaming, and judging and begin listening, When you choose to listen, you will hear it - the echo of your own soul whispering: I am. Hineni. Here I am. Always was, always IS, and always will be.

You are where the Divine lands when It wants to remember what it means to be alive.

You Are - I love you. You are Love.

Dear friend,

I know you because I am You

We are Children of God

We are Here Now

And we are One

Beyond any constructs and illusions

We are Human and Divine

We are all of it

We are Love

And we are Healing

You get to be You now,

And we get to Love you

It's the Best thing we will ever do

Love,

Rivky