What I was running from was what I was yearning for.
– Roxana N. in Facebook (and many others)
My experience with this:
What I have been running from are scary images and words, and sensations that seem scary. (Because images and words tell me so.) I have been running from my own experience. I have been running from myself.
When I meet this, welcome it, examine the words and images, feel the sensations, I come home. I find what I have been yearning for. I come home to myself. I come home to reality. I come home to love.
I come home to myself, as love, as love for all of this, as all of this, as what all of this happens within and as, as presence.
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