A divinely quiet few days for me. I suppose when your Soul finds its center there’s not much that needs to be said, or even necessarily thought about. Stillness and peace.
Once you’ve unhinged yourself from the thinking and doing and wanting and needing, all that’s left is the being, the absolute.
Unsubscribe from the issues of society, unfollow the sensationalism, and deprioritize the madness. Tune out. From there, all that’s left is a little bumbling seed of being, of joy. One that cares less about what life looks like or what other minds think of it, and that smiles and laughs and is gleeful in its solitude and concrete in its being. A seed that has nothing to lose because it knows there is nothing to be had in the first place. Employed by the Universe, buried within the infinite frequency that you are All and All is you and there is nothing you can do to the external world that you don’t also do onto yourself, because deeply and fundamentally, you are One. A sparkle of light in the rays of the cosmic sun.
I log onto Facebook just now and see, “Note to self: you gotta do this for you. This is for you. This isn’t about anybody else. Live for you. Honor you. Never lose sight of that.” Exactly. The height if your seed-ly elevation is contingent upon your ability to realize that you’re here for you, as a proponent of the Whole. The other seeds don’t know your position or vibration, all they know is their own. They don’t know what you know or feel what you feel or love like you love. Which is exactly how it’s supposed to be and exactly why you gotta do you, boo boo. It’s for the greatest good (I tell myself).
Surround yourself with the things that encourage your light to shine freely, and allow yourself the opportunity to burn as brilliantly as possible. That is, after all, why you’re here.
Find your Oneness.
With Love, Solé
Solé Romero 