I recently had brought to my mind a period of my life, in my 20s, when I lived in NYC and used to do things like wear floor-length opera capes to punk clubs. I’ve always thought of myself as an Emily Dickinson type — invisible, quiet, living through the written word. In those memories of NYC, I am a very different person than I ever imagined myself to be, and yet I know I did what I remember because I still have the cape in my attic.
So, who am I? I am, of course, both those people, opposite as they may be. When you see the Divine within yourself, as you see the Divine as looking like yourself, you can be all aspects of yourself. You do not have to hold an identity together, desperately grasping at its pieces to try to cobble together one whole person. The person you are in each moment can be the reflection, like sun shining off water, of the much greater Divinity that dwells within. You can be all the people who will make your life full, who will allow you to be the best you can be, who will enable you to accomplish all you must do, who will delight and amaze and teach you, even as they all are you. Each moment you can be a new, full person that emanates from all the universe both within and outside of you.
