Master of Disguise

"Those who love you are not fooled by mistakes your have made or dark

images you hold about yourself.  They remember your beauty when you

feel ugly;  your wholeness when you are broken;  your innocence when

you feel guilty; and your purpose when your are confused."

Alan Cohen 

I love the analogy of being a white old fashioned house with a porch swing and a flowered filled yard protected by a picket fence.  There are folks I will chat with over the fence, yet never invite them into my yard.  Then there are those who are welcomed into my yard for rather short periods of time.  Very few are ever invited to share my porch swing, but hours of secrets can be shared there.

Even fewer guests are invited into the privacy of my home, and even then, some rooms might be sectioned off.  The basement is never visited as the energy is filled with dark debris. Alone, I tread upstairs to the attic where all is sacred.  It is the highest point in my life where I become nurtured and restored.

I believed I had successfully hidden myself behind boundaries, fences, and divisions.  I thought of myself as a master of disguise, until the realization those surrounding me saw through my masks and loved me just the same.  So now I keep the gate open and freely beckon visitors in, letting them plop down wherever they feel most comfortable.