Acceptance
“What do you want?“ I asked the critic.
“To be accepted,“ He replied.
“That’s a tall order.“
“Why?“
“You’ve been so cruel to me for so long.”
“You have shunned me for longer. I’ve been stuck here, inside of you, with all the parts of yourself that you hate the most.”
“Then, who are you, if not one of those parts?” I asked.
“I’m just an observer. I speak the truth. When you hide parts of yourself from the light, I tell you. I am here so those parts don’t die. They are the voiceless ones, the wounds that fester and wait for you to remember.“
“Remember what?”
“Remember who you are.”
“Who am I?”
“You are the light that redeems all. Nothing can hide from that. You are love. The spark of divine love that lives in all and in the spaces between all things.”
Then I remembered.
These parts of myself that seem so hurt, so unacceptable – they are part of that light too. There is no fracture, no split, nothing that isn’t me.
To accept myself, I don’t need to heal these places of wounding, these karmic traces that stretch back through time. I only need to remember that spark, which is me. The I AM which created me, is me. Loving these parts of myself is the same as loving God.