: I AM

I AM
Have you noticed how often these two words are used?
I AM Canadian [a famous beer commercial]
I AM woman--a freedom song for women’s rights
I AM what I AM -- a declaration from the gay community
and
I AM that I AM -- a statement of God that each of us is part of the I AM

We are told of the laws of the universe--what we dwell upon the most is what we become. I AM beautiful or i am an ugly creature on the inside and out—either thought will create in our life just that thought. You would think that each of us could easily and quickly get to that understanding yet, so many of us spend the greater part of a lifetime trying to find out “Who I am?” when it’s all-ready been told to us. I AM ___ ___ ___.

Have you ever felt life consumingly through the eyes of fear?

• If something good happened, you instantly feared something bad was coming to take it away.
• If you dreamed of winning the lottery, the dream was shattered by a voice reminding you that you wouldn’t live long enough to enjoy it because death was now imminent.
  

To feel so worthless and unsafe—that anything wonderful or happy was automatically entombed in a spell of darkness. Constant thoughts of death and damnation. Survival mode 24/7. Survival from your father’s actions, rippling down through the family, into relationships, on to the streets, coursing through your blood and through to the core of your being… like being swept up by a tidal surge. Survival from a bombardment of voices, all declaring you are an abomination to God. Can you imagine all that being on inside, but on the outside--to the world--you were happy and bubbly… except with your family, men, bosses, and your self.

You {I} gave your {my} power away, allowing them--even your{my}self
to destroy you{me}

Imagine discovering a one-step, two-word program -- not a 12-step lifetime victim process that could take you from darkness into the light--from fear to love--from anger to forgiveness.

Much of this process--for me--took place in the Middle East--the “middle” of chaos, oppression of women, veiled and unseen—as was I. They and the deserts of Arabia would become my life’s metaphor. A stark, empty, desolate desert… until I found the oasis.

Until I found what I thought was lost--my soul.

This is my journey through Circles in the Sand.

It is not only my journey, but a woman’s journey, of finding her truth, her voice, and her empowerment and something we all search for--the right to be loved.
I AM LOVE

{This is my "pitch" that I AM practicing and trying out--I have a teleconference tomorrow so it may be a bit late in asking for an opinion on whether YOU would find this interesting enough to warrant opening the pages of Circles in the Sand??}