I Love Myself, Therefore...

I have been really loving up positive affirmations.  Louise Hay is the inspiration.  Her book, You can Heal Your Life.  With every page I feel loved.  

I Love Myself, Therefore...has been so good when I start to tell myself I should be doing something other than what feels right.

Like, I Love Myself, Therefore I can go to yoga today and take care of everything else later on.  I Love Myself, Therefore I can wear my long underwear everywhere, even for meetings with strangers, because it feels right on for me and I am cozy.  I Love Myself, Therefore I will stop what I'm busy doing and drink a glass of water or make a nutritious meal. 

Snowy December Greenhouse

The other one I'm into these days is:

I deserve to be.... (fill in)
& I accept it now.  

I have been saying that I deserve to be in healthy and loving relationships and that I accept it now.  I can't say enough goods things about how it is transforming my relationships.  When I start to fall into my old patterns of thinking, old patterns of creating unnecessary drama or tension in my life, I come back to this simple affirmation.  And then I'm back to feeling alive and heartful and feeling so grateful to be a part of it all.  Her book covers all the genres in one's life if this doesn't resonate with you.

Crystallization & Glass Greenhouse Windows

My bedside reading has been poetry from the mystic teacher Kabir.  Born during the fourteenth or fifteenth century in India.  He often wrote on all beings having the capacity to find their own salvation and finding liberation solely through our own immediate experience.  It is within us, someone else does not hold the key to ourselves.

I read this bit the other night on forgetting our inner lover, our truth.  Getting wrapped up and entrapped by a delusional reality ~ by taking on the views of our childhood, our environment, our culture, as our truth.  Even when living is fantastic, this delusional reality lends itself to a subtle or not so subtle tinge of ickiness.  Some tinge of something not being right.  Even when we have the most radiant and blissful of days, there is something in the gut that whispers, "You are not radiant and blissful.  You must worry."  This only small part of the poem is a glimpse of that:

I talk to my inner lover, and I say, why such rush?  

We sense that there is some sort of spirit that loves birds and animals and ants -- 

perhaps the same one who gave a radiance to you in your mother's womb.  

Is it logical you would be walking around entirely orphaned now?

The truth is you turned away yourself, and decided to go into the dark alone.  

Now you are tangled up in others, and have forgotten what you once knew,

and that's why everything you do has some weird failure in it.

                                                                                                                     Kabir

Bunny, in all of his Playful Goodness

Joyful Winter Solstice to You!
May the darkest day of the year
help us see what we are ready now to let go of.
What we no longer need to carry from long ago.
What is not even ours to bear.

And May we welcome the New Light
with deep, unwavering self-love that is always there, complete, no matter how far we stray.