"I,
Uma, am enough" was all it said on the note that fell out of a book I
picked up this morning. Back in the day when I was first exploring
consciousness, tearing down the walls and discovering who I was, I went
through a series of Rebirthing sessions with a lovely Rebirther, whose
name I can't even remember now. However, I have never forgotten her. One
of the things she would help me do after each
session was to create an affirmation for something I was struggling
with. She would have me write it on a postcard and mail it to myself. In
a few days the affirmation would arrive in my mailbox.
There was just something so empowering about receiving a note through the mail in my own handwriting, affirming something positive about myself. I think I kept most of them. I would stick them in my favorite books. My favorite books are like old friends to me. I never let them go. I pick them up and read a passage every so often even if I already read the book 100 times. Sometimes one of these old postcards falls out of a book. I can't tell you how much it thrills me when I find one of these sparkling gems of wisdom, because it's always something I need to hear right then. I don't take it lightly, as I know it is God speaking to me in that very moment.
I think I might pick up this practice again, so in another 25 years I will find notes tucked away in my favorite books to remind me I am enough.
There was just something so empowering about receiving a note through the mail in my own handwriting, affirming something positive about myself. I think I kept most of them. I would stick them in my favorite books. My favorite books are like old friends to me. I never let them go. I pick them up and read a passage every so often even if I already read the book 100 times. Sometimes one of these old postcards falls out of a book. I can't tell you how much it thrills me when I find one of these sparkling gems of wisdom, because it's always something I need to hear right then. I don't take it lightly, as I know it is God speaking to me in that very moment.
I think I might pick up this practice again, so in another 25 years I will find notes tucked away in my favorite books to remind me I am enough.
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