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She woke up.
The clock said 12:21 pm.
Another whole morning had passed.
Her mathematical mind quickly did the numbers.
“Finally found peace at 5:30 am.
Awakened at 12:21 pm.
That’s okay.
You slept a normal amount.
You just are on a different time table.”
Guilt reconciled, she breathed.
She didn’t work by a clock by but pacing with when she felt there was a need to defend or advocate peace.
Somehow the incessant condemner still always found a way.
And then.
She sat on the floor.
Tears began to well up.
And yet.
Right then she paused.
No.
She advocated.
No.
I will not begin this now with apology.
No.
I will not begin this now with thinking there is several years of mistakes to clean up before I can breathe.
No.
I will not begin this moment this fresh today moment believing there is anything going on except what is:
Love is being.
I am the reflection of that.
The law of harmony is ensuring I am able to overcome that which accuses, denounces, shuns, and punishes, blames and shames.
And right now I choose to stay there.
In this knowing.
That as Love is being, so am I being.
And she chose to stay there.
And with it, she chose to hush the accusers, condemners, and all that sought her to seek permission, offer apology, or write up a defense argument for her very being.
Today, she didn’t just wake up.
Today, this very moment, the only one that matter, she chose Life.
