Waiting To Be Discovered

I remember spending most of my young adult life waiting for others to acknowledge my gifts, depth, and authenticity. I longed for someone to discover me. 

I knew this vastness within that was full of beauty, peace, and strength at my very core was special. Not special in the ego sense but rare like a flower that only blooms in season and in a particular environment.

That grand day of outward validation never arrived. However through grace and ardent devotion to truth, God, and Self-discovery I gloriously awakened to the beautiful life altering realization that discovering my own Self was enough. 

Not only was it enough but I began to notice that in the process of humbly appreciating, honoring and expressing this divinity within me that more and more, others that mattered could see it too.

My path of Self-discovery was not without suffering. Most all of it self chosen through addiction, delusion and oftentimes outright arrogance. Today I am grateful for my teachers, my awakening and my Self-discovery. Each day there’s more flowering. 

Petals drop. New ones appear. My fragrance is one of compassion, strength, grace, love and perhaps most notably human authenticity.