You Belong to YOU

You are your very own.
You belong to you.

And yet it’s a *both/and* proposition.
Because you also belong to the collective.
Whether you feel you belong or not.
Whether “they” feel you belong or not.

You belong to you.
You belong to the planetary citizenry.
You belong to Mama Gaia.
You belong to the universe.
You belong to divinity.

You belong.
Your belonging is intrinsic.

You belong by virtue of being.
By virtue of existing.
Just by being you.

You belong.
Yet you must own and claim this for yourself.

You belong.
Even if you’re unwanted.
Even if you’re rejected.
Even if you’re judged.
… maligned.
… projected upon.
… misunderstood.
Even if you’re flagrantly, palpably disrespected.

You belong.
Wherever the universe has placed you.

Because wherever you go…
There you are divinely assigned to be.

Honor your placement in the socio-cultural landscape.
Honor your unique classroom assignment in the school of life.
Honor the odyssey and the grand adventure life has locked you into.

Honor your one of a kind s/hero’s journey.
For one of a kind it truly is.
It’s your unique and ultra-sacred path.
And a *s/hero’s* journey it is indeed.
Not for the faint of heart.
Only you could do it.
Only you could pull off this one-of-a-kind destiny of yours.

You belong.
Honor the path life has placed you upon.
There have been no mistakes.

And so… confer upon yourself your own status as belonging.
Bequeath your belonging unto yourself.
Proactively. Unconditionally.
*Within* yourself.

Belonging might “feel” different than you want it to.
There might be friction.
Belonging isn’t always straightforward.
Not always as a Lego piece snapping into place.
Or a zipper neatly zipping.
Or a round hole fitting into a round hole.

Your belonging is divinely appointed.
You can belong, even if you don’t fit in.
You can be “insider” and “outsider” at the same time.
Your presence may cause discomfort in other people.
And it’s not your fault.
It’s your unique way of belonging.

Others may not be able to place you.
But that doesn’t automatically translate into you not belonging.

Belonging need not be black or white.
Either/or.
In or out.

Belonging can be nuanced and relative.
It can be subtly awkward and uncomfortable.
It can be imperfect and “not quite.”
Even while perfect in its imperfection.

Belong to you.
At one with yourself.
Your welcome mat out.
To welcome yourself home.

Love + Oneness,
Naomi