What arose this morning while sitting quietly…

Here I am, almost seventy years of age, and I am finally discovering-in a more full-throated manner- the joy of following one’s own lights; the joy of autonomy. It’s a return for it was known when very young in this incarnation. When a child, I felt, this sense of completion that was native to my being.

And now it returns. The windmills of the mind have quieted. They are losing their power and momentum. And a stillness and wholeness is emerging.

The impoverishment of the habit of comparing myself to others does not hold such sway any longer. The fullness of my expression on this earth is enough.

Following one’s own lights…How simple but yet it feels a hard-earned recognition. It has had its own timing.

A return…A settling in…An operating from the source that does not second-guess. The feeling of cherishing one’s own being, light-filled and inherently worthy.

The signs of this return arising from the firmament of grace.

Homecoming…

Annie Kiyonaga

May 19, 2015