Hit a point in Marianne Williamson’s A Return to Love yesterday where I just had to accelerate. Wound up devouring much of it.
Gems that speak to different aspects of me:
Adam and Eve were naked in the garden of Eden but not embarrassed. That doesn’t mean they were physically naked. It means they were emotionally naked, totally real and honest, yet they were not embarrassed because they felt accepted completely for who they were.
There is practically a mania these days for blaming the events of our childhood for our current despair. What the ego doesn’t want us to see is that our pain doesn’t come from the love we weren’t given in the past, but from the love we ourselves aren’t giving in the present.