This morning I was in that waking up place aware of so much on my
mind. My head was filled with pressured energy and generic thoughts of
needing to get up and write, not
getting to write based in
wanting to but
having to
finish the backlog of stories in piles, bags, folders and flash
drives. (Over the weekend I told a friend that at times I feel like a
story machine turning out stories on an assembly line. Whenever I feel
this way, my words feel flat and are missing energy.)
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Then
this morning while still in bed in an unexpected moment, an epiphany
arrived. My head was empty yet filled and suddenly I knew in that
deep-down-hard-to-explain-inside way that I am loved. I knew if I never
put out another story, I will still be loved because this love is based
on being. There is nothing, nadda, zip, zilch I have to do to be
loved. I am loved. I am Love and so are you.
-Dawn, The Good News Muse, 18 Feb. 2013
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