Unfinished and sharing light anyways…

A week that didn’t go how I expected. No finished project to share. Do I dare? Do I dare share something half-done? And what if, what if half-done is good enough to help someone else be unfinished and still share their offering, their gifts, their light?

I can get stuck in not perfect enough, not healed enough, struggling with anxiety too much, a high heart rate too much, to believe I could share something unfinished that might help someone else.

And yet, humbly, I offer, I am unfinished and we are still meant to share. 

I’m certain my old habit of over-focusing on perfection is a devil whisper to keep me in fear and a sense of not-good-enough to share light. 

And I’m also certain that upon completion of this life, the one question that the Divine wants to ask me, kindly, tenderly, lovingly, is, “Did you share the light I gave you with others?” That’s it.

Sometimes we have cookies hot out of the oven to share. Sometimes it’s cookie dough. The important thing is do we offer? Do we share?

So all of the not-educated enough, not rich enough, not young enough, not old enough, not tall enough, not strong enough, not loved enough… are noise, distractions in the room of my mind, most likely here to stay with new variations. These noisy voices need compassion, even humor (because the list can be really, really long) and that’s it. 

It’s the quiet ones I want to hear. The shy, creative, dreamer… who says…?

I try to listen. To make space to listen. To hear the longings of my heart.

And then…

I shake and draw and write and hit “send to everyone now.” Because it’s okay if I’m not done enough, if I misspell a word or don’t communicate something as well as I’d like. I do my best. I say a prayer that my offering is that, an offering of love and light and let go. The best I can. Which some days is easier than others. 

Allowing space today to be unfinished and make an offering to someone else anyway. Because we are always unfinished and still better when we share light. 

And my experience is the nail-biting, stomach-sick, heart-racing steps I take towards sharing light bring me moments of peace.

May I allow myself to be unfinished and share light… and may I start today.

Wishing you courage and moments of peace on your journey.

Kathleen