Nothing wrong . . .

Friend, . . . you were always perfect, you see, from the very beginning. Perfect in your absolute imperfection. Your imperfections, your quirks, your seeming flaws, your weirdnesses, your unique and irreplaceable flavours, were what made you so loveable, so human, so real, so relatable. Even in your glorious imperfection, you were always a perfect expression of life, a beloved child of the universe, a complete work of art, unique in all the world and deserving of all the riches of life. It was never about being a perfect ‘me’. It was always about being perfectly Here, perfectly yourself, in all your divine strangeness. “Forget your perfect offering,” sings Leonard Cohen. “There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”

Jeff Foster

Today I experienced a slight wobble. I began to believe my thoughts when they told me I wasn’t really adequate and I’m heading in the wrong direction. Hmmm, just ego talk. Jeff Foster summed it up beautifully in his book: ‘Falling in love with where you are’

Jeff Foster book