Self love is as important as loving others. You are a diamond. You can bury a diamond in trash and it’s still a diamond. Unbury your diamond and shine!
Write a love letter to yourself.
One of my love letters to me:
I remember who you are and so do you. Remember that your cup is filled to overflowing and that there is no shortage of love. There will always be enough love for you and others, so give it away freely being an example of love and light as you walk through each day. The path before you is filled with abundance. Walk with your head up and your eyes open so you can experience and enjoy the miracles all around you.
She held on tight while everything combusted. She knew all endings become beginnings. She decided to enjoy the ride with the knowing that presence is happiness.
Witness the moment the fish realized she mattered. She realized she was a part of a greater whole. She saw her place in the universe and she was happy.
I held your essence with me because I knew it might be the last time.
I carried your smell in my nostrils and hoped with each breath that it wouldn’t disappear because I knew it might be the last time.
I held that feeling of ease with which looked into your eyes in that rawest moment because I knew it might be the last time.
I am comforted by the familiar feeling in my soul, like I know you from far away and forever and it made it easier to know this might be the last time.
Who are you?
Who are you inside?
I’ve been looking.
Did you leave?
Or were you ever even there?
I went looking for you.
I’ve been getting glimpses.
It looks and feels so good.
I can’t wait to know you through and through.
Who am I talking to?
Juicy sweet spaces in my brain,
too delicious to comprehend.
Beauty and terror in my expansiveness.
Who do you see there?
As the wind blows and the waves crash,
what secrets and shames rot your soul?
In the deepest parts of the ocean
things don’t need eyes, only feeling.
A low rumbling vibration soothes and resonates unseen creatures.
Must you see to believe?
My head splits open
and the memories come.
Can’t you see me?
What effort was I worth?
You gotta take what you can get.
Who could be saved?
Who was going to drown?
Her heart speaks and can’t hide the truth,
“Better you than me, my dear one.”