Self Love is totally different than I thought it was going to be. The word that best describes how I feel about most things, really toward EVERY thing, including ALL parts of me, is tenderness.
We all really look like this:
How do I feel about this puppy when I look at it? How do I feel about the mischief this pup pup can get into? How does the heart feel when someone plops this creature in my lap?
I’m just describing the natural feel of it. This tenderness isn’t something I have to do, right? There is just a natural uprising state from the heart at such soft beauty.
My body is an expensive outfit that I splurged on, made from luscious fabric. I hang it up as soon as I take it off. If I were to find it crumpled on the floor, I would smooth out the wrinkles, iron it, care to get it back in shape for another occasion 🙂 I would treat it tenderly. My earth suit.
With the concept of original sin, comparison of bodies, messed up ideas of beauty and worthiness, gosh the distortions of our Matrix seem limitless, self love seems a journey, a destination reached after lots of hard work. Really, I’ve come to see, tenderness toward myself is a natural response as close as my breath.
All true voices say these things. I am just repeating…
We are not our thoughts, our bodies, our life stories – from a spacious place, from the quiet, blue sky inside our being, from the silent, white tundra in the inner landscape – we naturally view all of it, every part, like the puppy above. AWWWWWW, how sweet!
And this true lens of tenderness excludes nothing.
Ok, I cannot include a post with a picture of a cute puppy and leave it at that. We reside in a world of duality…and the dark embrace of the distorted lens points back to the source as well!
Imagine that.
Self-love through a distorted lens:
Now this earth suit desires a cup of tea, and I’m going to make it for her…tenderly 🙂
Life as Improv 