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SOFTENING INTO RECEPTIVITY


SOFTENING INTO RECEPTIVITY




Softening is not collapsing. Softening is letting go of excess tension, excess resistance. Softening is letting go of urgency. Softening is letting go of control. Softening is listening and attending to the moment. It is allowing ourselves to become permeable. Softening opens us up to be receptive. To receive subtle impulses, to receive spontaneous impulses. Softening is waiting for impulses to arise, rather than making things happen.

When we soften we become connected to ourselves. We become available to ourselves. We become available to others.  When we soften we feel ourselves as the center of our own flow, rather than feeling we are outside of the flow and trying to connect with it. When we soften, we slow down.  We savor. We perceive through our senses and sense with our hearts. We become alert and alive to the moment. We receive everything. 

Softening is trusting. Trusting ourselves to just be in this moment. Completely. Softening is trusting that we are allowed, we are enough, we are exquisite, right now. Softening is trusting that we have everything we need, that we are everything we need, that we know what we need to know. Softening and trusting is allowing everything, accepting everything, and needing nothing. Softening and trusting is needing nothing because we are, we have, we be everything.

--harmony gates 

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