This week, on level wake, things I wish someone had told me.

I wish someone had told me when I first began my journey into a life of my own, that

where I needed to begin was sitting on the floor with my eyes closed.

I wish someone had told me that my first step, the first step anyone must take, is inward.

I wish someone had told me when I felt I had nothing to offer the world, that what I first

needed to do was sit down and breathe.

But all I needed to do was learn the practice of opening to and discovering the true self

sitting inside of me quietly, and that from there the rest would come easier.

I wish someone had told me that my true value and worth would be found, not through attaining

or gaining, but in meeting this self.

I wish someone would have told me finding my way to her would bring me gold and riches,

that no worldly things could buy.

I wish someone would have told me when I was lost and desperate for direction and support,

that I was really longing to meet myself, that nothing else would soothe me until I first

came to touch my own inner temple of divinity.

I wish someone would have told me when I was swimming in a sea of lonely thoughts and

diving into dark pits, that my highest self was calling me to these places so I could

come closer to my truth.

I wish someone would have told me I was being called into the dark underbelly for great

reason, that I was being called into the very center of myself as to come closer to my

root and bottomless source of life.

I wish someone had told me when I began to run, divert, distract, overconsume, point

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