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Cuddling with the Spirited Light



My dear friend Catherine (MEOW) shared this forthcoming quote with me today and it made me pause and bathe in its truth and power.

I hope that you are moved by it as well. Sometimes you know you were "supposed" to hear/read something right at the particular moment that you did. This is one of those "soul moments". Partake in it as you wish and let us all remember to cuddle with our spirited light, for it is of us, just as the darkness, but affords us our palpable joys.

"Our biggest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant,
or gorgeous or talented or fabulous?

Actually, who are you NOT to be?
You are a child of God.
You playing small doesn't serve the world.
There's nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won't feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.

It's not just in some of us; it's in every one of us.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our fear of our own excellence,
our presence automatically liberates others.
And excellence becomes the standard of all our lives."

( From A Return to Love, by Marianne Williamson )

Wow,
Dustin

Comments

Sharon Downs said…
This is one of my all-time favorite quotes. Thanks for sharing it.
Catherine said…
You are my favorite blogger in the entire history of the blogoshpere!

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