Who Are You in Your Heart?

Who Are You in Your Heart?

I have spent the last 30 years building a highly successful jewelry business along side my incredible husband. About two years ago it hit me like a ton of bricks that I’d lost my identity in it all. I knew who my husband was. I knew who my daughter and my grand kids were. I knew my ‘role’ in my business. But none of it is who I AM. It is only what I did for a living! But I have to say, I thought that is who I AM. I AM a business woman. I AM a wife. I AM a ________ (fill in the blank).

About a month or so ago I was sitting with a beautiful woman named Mary. We had been chatting earlier about our business lives, our families and our relationships. In the context of finding out if Mary worked with me what was it she would like to get from having done so. I asked Mary “Who are you?” and she proceeded to tell me all her roles in life; mother, wife, sister, business owner, etc. She spoke them like they were who she was. I listened and when she was done I placed my hand near her heart and I said “But who are you in your heart?” She understood immediately as tears started to well up in her eyes. For a precious moment she let herself feel her heart and she knew that is who she really is; that cherished and highest vibration of all, love. But, like most of us (including me)  she didn’t let herself ‘feel’ that place for very long, only seconds in fact, and then she was quickly back to her roles again.

What prevents us from knowing, cherishing and honoring this place in our beings more than our roles in life? Are we all just too busy, or just too unconscious? Or are we all too wounded? Or have we just forgotten and it’s time to remember? Or is it a little of all of the above?

As a child I was never held or hugged or told that I was loved.

I’m 60 years old this month and I’m in a place of reinvention. I want to know my heart. I don’t want to have to go to a movie to be moved, I want to live in that place. Two years ago I found myself so thirsty for my own self love that I was in my bathtub hugging myself and crying. It felt incredible to hold ME, though, to really feel me!

How many of us hug ourselves? We hug everyone else, why not ourselves? I invite you to start hugging yourself and really feel it! It’s amazing! At first I thought I was a little nuts, but now it makes perfect sense to me. If I can’t feel myself, how can I feel anyone else? To know who we are in our hearts is to come home. That’s my truth.

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