I am not my job.
I am not the contents of my bank account, or, in the eyes of some, the lack thereof.
I am not the roles I inhabit on the stage of the day: secretary, daughter, friend, academic, or, depending on who you ask, bitch.
I AM, or at least part of me is…The spark in the center where a heart beats and breath flows as a smooth breeze if I let it…The part that speaks in intuitive whispers, even when it encourages my voice to roar…The part that knows no time, that sees beauty in the mundane, that notices Nature’s signals, that sees through to souls, that feels compassion, that never stops dreaming and hoping, that drives the urge to create, that seeks pockets of peace and stillness, and that animates this body.
I am THAT. Ham-sa, as some are taught to recite, or, others, So-hum. I am THAT. You are THAT. We are all a little piece of THAT, The Divine That-Which-Is-Bigger-Than-Us.
“So breathe,” I remind myself, and you. “Who you are is so much more than the present circumstance.”