Self-Love is Not Shortsighted.
I read this one day and it has resonated since. Self-love as it has been packaged these days unfortunately touches just the surface. This self love becomes an ideal that soothes our good intentioned yet fragile egos and leaves many with temporary fixes wondering where they have gone astray. Self love is rarely glamorous of a process.
Coming into love for self can be a heavy load while navigating the labyrinth.
It is like a deep dive into the abyss of the rawest truths of oneself. A shedding of our egos, our armors of the heart and judgments of the mind. An allowing to lose for awhile. A trust that you will eventually gain even more. A forgiveness of self and others. An expression of vulnerability. A not knowing anything for certain for a moment in order to feel more. A softening of the mind into surrender through heart and soul. A sweet humbling that fills you with an unwavering love you never could have imagined.
You will find you begin to show up for yourself in ways you had not before. Once you have the taste of becoming one with your truth, anything you do that resists such an expression will feel like imprisonment in which you hold the key. So… you then say no more resisting.
You live from your soul.
That which naturally filters through what has been re-learned into your authentic flow. This flow cultivates a pure unconditional love for yourself and all the journeys that birthed you. Then here comes the gold.
You will find more people are able to receive your love. One who knows how to love self from that sacred place of experience, forgiveness, compassion, authenticity, honor and wholeness. That same love you will reflect to others.
How beautiful then– that love of self can (and will) lend itself to others beyond you. Because after all, coming to love ourselves was always about more than just ourselves. We are one in this.