And with all recipes, others who try it can change things, add more or less of a certain ingredient or eliminate it all together. Happy cooking!
What was a letter, became a recipe that is ever changing, like me. Rough and not all together like grandma made it, but still a recipe. I use to be good with the romantic words, poems, but I am a changed person through the years, and this I am learning, I am just great the way I am. Changing, yes, but RIGHT NOW, fabulous and SO ARE YOU! That is right, we are beautiful evolving creatures and those who attempt to use their words roughly will not affect me like how they use to. I am trying to understand more compassionately…. others and myself. It is okay to be a little broken, says Mr. Jon Bon Jovi, but after some reading and soul searching, we do not make our lives richer by being cruel or believing that received cruelty was ever that or even intended. There is a lightness and I know this comes with faith and a release of the anger, or at least a beginning of the Release. A few quests are in my plans and I am looking forward to dealing with the fear that I walk with. This seems strange to me to look forward to the hell. But I know, dealing is the only way. I hate how I am surprised so often with emotions I have not dealt with. Ahh you wonderful buddies who know me will say, she is being vague. *wink* Well I will say this, no more when I walk will I be afraid of the possibility that someone wishes me harm. I am the only one doing harm to me. Anger, fear, resentment… NOT working out for me.
Thich Nhat Hanh, a Buddhist monk, wrote a poem in his troubled times:
I hold my face in my hands.
No, I am not crying.
I hold my face in my two hands
to keep my loneliness warm -
two hands protecting,
two hands nourishing,
two hands preventing
my soul from leaving me
in anger.
I will learn because I do not want to grow old and hateful and also horrible, not being able to understand myself because I was too afraid to try and believe in my strengths. I want to feel it all, but be okay, happy and healthy.
My incomplete and changing recipe for self-love AND I invite anyone to add more ingredients:
A long basting of my favorite lotion after a good cleansing over all parts of this hard worked and stressed body. Life can do a number on it if I do not see things in a positive and productive way. Physically loving me…. working the lotion into all those ignored and once disrespected limbs. Caution, some parts should not have lotion applied. (Cracking up here as I recall my fave movie. Cheryl in The Goodgirl when she sarcasticly reminds the customer to not rub the lotion anywhere other then her face because it is not a lubicant…lmao)
Tatiana lent me this ingredient: “I think we need to really respect our bodies and nurture them with love. Sugary treats - poison. Unhealthy fats - clogging my precious arteries. Eating too much in one setting - stretching my poor stomach and confusing my satiation point. Awareness. Total awareness. All Buddhism.” - I say this all the time, but RESPECT is the only VITAL ingredient for self-love. Does everything else not stem from it? But do I respect myself when I think some of the things I do or binge? NO! Always trying to be better…. not perfect, this I know.
Dark Greens - Truly I need chlorophyll in my body like I need oxygen. It is one of those nutrients that without it, I feel empty, tired and lost. This is one way I love me. All the components of good nutrition are necessary and what I have always written and talked about of course. Good food. Love. But GREEN for sure!
Forgiveness of self and others. Ahhh… ourselves…….. *working on it*
Humor….. I must laugh and see the humor in more situations. I think we are meant to laugh. Long sessions, small jokes, 2 hour movie, simple ironies….
Knowing when to say NO and when to say I will get to that when I can. And then not procrastinating. Balance. Respecting myself to not feel guilty.
Being good with how I love people. I love and I am quiet and distant and I am a mystery to myself most days. Who use to be the life of the party is now a quieter and still opinionated person. People know what they need to know. I have to love the me I am NOW and grow, but always be okay with my choices. That is, as long as my choices are made with goodness in mind. I can and must learn that I am good. Self-hatred went out with the trash with everything else dark that clogs my existence. I have to work on this all the time. I must evaluate my words and speak positively both aloud and silently. I guess this is a behavior that can be re-worked into a new one. THEN, I will not worry so much about other’s opinions… errr, my worries.
Movement…… anything, all of it. Variety is my spice of choice.
I really enjoyed reading the blogs last night. Thank you. I love how we learn and I appreciate all of the struggles. I feel you and I hope that you are finding paths that bring about happiness and love.
*always hugs*
P.S.: Marge had the coolest blog a while back that asked to share something about other people’s positive stories. I loved that so….. How do you love yourself?