So I overindulged. Big time. Ate too much. Drank too much. Kept shoveling it in on autopilot.
And then the tsunami of guilt, shame, and regret…
Every moment is a new fresh beginning, if we choose.
Even after an indulgent binge, or angry word, or unskillful behavior, the slate can be wiped clean by choosing to remember.
I, we, are loved unconditionally.
By Love itself.
We are created perfect, whole, and complete and remain so.
Under the flotsam and jetsam of our stories and beliefs.
Under the habits of thinking that beat us down.
Is a clean, unspoiled perfection.
An open space.
It takes only the pausing to get quiet and see the great game of Life being played through all of us, let the heart lighten to the humor of the situation, and open to willingness to play the game.