Do You Know Who I Am?

Growing up, my Gram had a favorite saying and she used it a lot.  She loved to say it to waitresses when we were out for brunch or to sales people in the department store, really anytime anyone tried to say “no” to her.  She would say “Do you know who I am?” in a most condescending and accusatory way.  We would roll our eyes in embarrassment assuming Gram was speaking from a place of bought aristocracy because she married into money.  In the now, many years after my Gram has passed back into Spirit, I can still here her whispering those words into my ear.  Perhaps her message was not “I am better than you” but honestly asked the question “do you know who I am?”  hence begetting the question “Do you know who you are?”   Do any of us?  This could very well be the most important question of our lives, the most important question ever.  The critical point.  Do you know who you are?  Do you remember?  Remember who you are, why you are here, where you are going?  The time is upon us to answer this question and the answers we seek do not lie in the other, outside of ourselves.  They lie deep within, hidden in the recesses of our heart’s longing.  Our longing for connection, our longing for love, our longing for some indiscernible thing that you just can’t put your finger on, a longing for home.  Do you know who you are?
Blessings my sweet Gram, thank you for helping me to remember who I am.


About Maria Falce

Maria is a spiritual writer and a self-love warrior with a deep and diverse background in both the culinary and healing arts. She is most passionate about guiding people to connect with their inner voice, a midwife to the joyful birth of inherent authentic creativity that lives within us all.
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