There is nothing more dreadful than the habit of doubt. Doubt separates. It is a poison that disintegrates friendships and breaks up pleasant relations. It is a thorn that irritates and hurts; it is a sword that kills.
When in doubt the woman sat and prayed to the moon, stars and high above what she could see. She realized in the praying that she was a habit of gods creation, consciously molding to her thought forms. She yalped! She sang. She danced until the moon came out and her sins washed away. Her doubts turned into forgiveness and love. She saw herself and her own beauty for the first time in a long time. And she finally valued the great gift of not knowing what the day would bring. She understood that the doubt gave her an easy and uncomfortable escape; a way out that caused pain. But in forgiving her own thoughts she found a comfort in her ideals and in the movement of her actions. She was able to forgive the mistakes, forgive the worry and bring nurturance to her errors. The wounds soon healed and she walked away from the ocean with her sandals in hand and bare feet sinking into the cold sand.
The more you open your heart, the more you will be pulled effortlessly in the right direction in all aspects of your life. You’ll begin to move in ways that will be both surprising and extremely rewarding because the pull toward love can pull you toward greatness.