Finding a lasting sense of wholeness, one that I could rely on as a refuge was at the start of my path to liberation.

 

The simple shift being that rather than making wholeness the goal after a long journey, I found it within me, already brilliantly alive and full.  

 

With this recognition, my practice became about surrendering what came to diminish this absolute truth. When I consistently chose to soften just enough to the unimaginable in life, worry and hopelessness were remade into pure light.

 

Wholeness was not all that I needed, but in the absence of safety, it was the glue that held me together while I gathered a deeper recognition of what this truth was...  An embodied awareness of myself as pure light, ever-present and indestructible.