Will The Real Me Please Stand Up!
I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty clear that the Ariane who talks with her first-born daughter is miles different from the Ariane who talks to her girl friend clear across the country.
Or the Ariane who interacts with her private artist clients is not the same gal rocking out, hard, on the dance floor for hours.
Sometimes one of my Arianes feels powerful and transcendent. Other times one of my other Arianes feels vulnerable and tender.
And yet, at my core, all these Arianes are hooked up to a clear, vibrant center of Self that has characteristics in common with all the other Arianes—like embracing creative fireworks, fighting like a scrappy mongrel for justice, picking up small wounded creatures off the sidewalk, or stopping to marvel for the hundred thousandth time at the moon (new, full, on its back, or as a slice of lemon…).
How is this possible? To be the many and the one?
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