A Place of Love
I sit in silent contemplation and awe of the direction my life has taken. Where I’ve been. Where I’m headed. I am amazed by the change that has manifested in my life because of my persistent dedication to my intentions but if I allow it, and I do allow it, I feel a pressure in my chest, a tightening of my throat.
It is anxiety. Stress. Worry.
It is a reminder of those things that brought me to this point; hard memories of hard times that led to hard decisions that brought me to who and where I am now.
I allow those feelings to express themselves completely. The disappointments. Failures. Shame. Guilt. They are the voice of my soul asking for my attention and tender affection. I listen.
I don’t ever want to forget those things. They keep me grounded. On my path. But I never allow them to control me. My past has no place here. Now. Except to keep me on course by reminding me who not to be.
I have allowed those hard times to make me soft. Vulnerable. I am ever grateful for that. There is strength in that softness.
With eyes closed, I breathe deep and slow, acknowledge those feelings, then treat myself with the same loving compassion I would treat anyone else who was suffering.
I lay one hand on my belly, the other on my heart, and, with honest sympathy, I repeat those same words to my Self that I would tell anyone I care about;
“I love you.
I am listening.
I am here.”
In doing so I release those feelings and love rushes in to replace them.
I keep a place in my heart
for my Beloved.
I keep her heart in my heart.
For it to be a place
where she feels the care
and compassion
and passionate love
I keep there for her
it must be a place of love.
For it to be that place
I must first love myself.
In loving myself
I love her.
for my Beloved.
I keep her heart in my heart.
For it to be a place
where she feels the care
and compassion
and passionate love
I keep there for her
it must be a place of love.
For it to be that place
I must first love myself.
In loving myself
I love her.
This is what it means to love myself and why it is so important.
So I sit in quiet contemplation and awe of the direction my life has taken and in that quiet contemplation I find gratitude, even for the reminders of the past that led me here.
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Well done that man. For all he has endured – on the one hand. And for all that beckons you – in the other. Bless you x
Thank you, Shelley. It’s been along time coming.
I am grateful that you found the strength in softness. It takes a unique, resilient and phenomenal person to realize this. I imagine there are more lessons before you, but I am confident that you will continue to excel in love and life. I hope you keep sharing the lessons with us. It is good to know others are on a similar path.