By Steve Beckow, Golden Age of Gaia
In life after constant self-criticism, I’m finding a whole new cast of characters comes on the scene.
Cheerleader, cheering me on. Explorer, ready to go out and take it all in. Observer, able to just sit here quietly and feel myself.
I’m breathing up love much more freely than I was before – noticeably more freely. Obviously some blockage has been removed.
If constant critic has departed (and it would be up to me if it has or not, depending on which wolf I feed) never to return, and this were the space I ended up in as a result, I’d be quite pleased. Continue reading Healing the Ancient Wounds of Self-Criticism