Today, I think of self love as though I am walking through a door into a great, big hall; but when I expect to find that love there, the room just feels like an empty void. I know what should be there, for example, a big, welcoming fire in a comforting hearth, keeping the space warm and comfortable, just a simple space that I can feel safe in, yet the expectation of it being there is like opening a door to an black abyss.
What helps me enjoy the pleasing space I know in my soul exists, is remembering that my breath is the key to unlocking the love that lives forever in my heart. I go to this warm, comforting space by inhaling the air filled with an abundance of unconditional love and I exhale satisfaction, faith and the innate knowledge that I already am everything I need to be in this moment.
With all the love and comfort my hearth has to offer,
yours,
Amen Duh
My question to you is, how do you find acceptance for the mistakes you have made either while in a state of panic or by simple mistake because of carelessness?
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Do you find it easy being compassionate to yourself?