My spiritual development group ended last night after twelve weeks. We finished with a ritual that involved each person telling one member at a time about their strength and beauty – a bombardment of love. It was both sacred and overwhelming.
Receiving is often harder than giving. I’m still integrating the experience and smile frequently as I think of different things that were said.
The group was amazing. Each of us opened up more to ourselves – to life – and subsequently to others and the world. Last night before I fell asleep I pictured each of them as a bright colored balloon that I was releasing into the sky as a bouquet.
The “earth angel” was pink with a silver ribbon, the “bad ass” was red with a blue ribbon, the “sunflower” was a yellow balloon with an orange ribbon, the “calm, yet brilliant” one of us was a blue balloon with an earth colored ribbon. The “Teacher” was a purple balloon with a blue ribbon, the “compassionate transformer” was a dark blue balloon with a red ribbon.
We are all unique. We are all beautiful. We are all here to love ourselves and others and to bring more light into this world. I will miss this group immensely.