As life experience continues to humble and enrich me, and as a spiritual sense of connection to cosmos continues to deepen, I'm struck once again by the mystery of who we are.
Psychologically, we are vulnerable - perhaps more than we'd like to admit - sensitive to insult and injury, easily captured by fear and old stories, doing our best to stay in control.
At another level, we are indestructible - beings of light, in love with all, dancing in the flow, embracing the adventure of expansion - not the least bit inclined to hang on or close down.
Vulnerable, not fragile. Indestructible, not impervious.
Can we soften to both realities?
Can we make room for all of who we are?