The only recipe I know for inner peace means cracking the hardest eggs, opening the shells that we too often build around our bodies, hearts and heads.
What ever led us to believe that these brittle casings could protect us?
How many times do we have to be injured when they shatter and crumble?My life is continually defined by grace when I find the courage to dismantle these walls of illusion. Time and again what I rediscover is remembrance; the knowledge that there’s a golden light within my being that eternally glows. Every time I dare to open I rediscover love, and it feels like a miracle.