The world moves fast, and everywhere you look, someone's telling you they've found it — here it is, there it is. Six weeks of this magic pill and all your problems are solved. That’s not the goal here.
It feels like an endless search for something outside ourselves. When I achieve this level of success, hit this bank balance, get to this number on the scale.
What if we paused, and remembered: since the day we arrived on this earth, we were love. Pure love. The baby resting on her mother's chest, hearing the same heartbeat that carried her for nine months. Nothing wrong with her in that moment.
It's everything that came after that slowly dimmed the light. We're handed an identity before we ever get a vote. I am Elizabeth. I am a sister. I am Catholic. All of it decided by where, and to whom, we were born.
Elizabeth is the story. The I AM — that's the birthright. The mere fact of being here at all.
We've never been lonelier as a society. Addiction, debt, the loneliness epidemic — we keep searching outside ourselves for peace, proving there's not enough out there to fill the hole inside us. It's not out there. What we've been searching for is within us.
There are so many ways to get downtown. The 12 steps are a method. CBT is a method. Yoga is a method. Religion is a method. This is ours — not the only way, just the one that found us.
We're not reading a book. We're not getting into deep analysis. We're just witnessing each other.
The Circle is a container. The Golden Hour is a container. Same idea, different room.
I remember. I believe. I am already complete.
The love that made me. The grace that surrounds me. The light that already lives within me. I am not separate from this.
I am of it. A drop from the endless ocean.