I’m pondering three quotes, traveling their threads on this unstructured day.
1. People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun it out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.
– Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
2. Everyone has a price, and life respects that price. But that price is not measured in dollars or in gold, it is measured in love. More than that, it is measured in self-love.
– Don Miguel Ruiz in my 2007 engagement calendar
3. And wuv, twu wuv, will fowow you foweva…So tweasure your wuv.
– The Impressive Clergyman in the Princess Bride
Hmmmm….do I have a light within? Often I feel like all the light in my life (which is considerable) comes from outside me. I’m surrounded by lots of shining people, really good people. It is an odd thought that I attract light because I am light. Could I be? I must be. But I don’t quite believe it. Not in my bones.
How do I love myself? I see all my flaws (which are considerable). But I am able to love other flawed people, loving their light and their dark. Can I also love myself that way — to see myself as more than just the sum of my flaws?
What would it be like to love myself so much — to be so in love with myself — that I have the same sensations I had when Roger and I first met, or the same sensations as when I first held each of my children?
- To have my heart beat with excitement in anticipation of the chance to be with me?
- To want to get lost in me.
- To come up with simple and elaborate ways to pamper me and make me feel special.
Is it acceptable in our culture to love one’s self? How can one express self-love? Is doing so selfish, or is it the most selfless thing in the world?
Can we ever twuwy wuv another without first wuving and tweasuring ourselves?
Labor begins in The mother of all wake-up calls, the current entry on Drama 2B Mama.
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Hmmm . . . there are times when I feel self love. I am excited to be in my own skin. I’m feel so blessed to have my life. And there are times I feel guilty about that. I wonder if it is vanity. Then I think about happiness . . . maybe this moment is it so I might as well enjoy it. Certainly the moments of self hate will come too.
I see your light, strong and bright, my dear. One day I was watching a movie or a television show and a very neat and tidy man got into bed and very neatly placed his tidy little slippers side by side next to his bed so that they would be there waiting for his cold little feet when he woke up the next morning. For some strange reason, that struck me as a sign of great and good self love. I think I was feeling very bad about my own sloppiness.
Furrow, great imagery. The little things done faithfully are how we show self-love.Kami, our culture seems to not want us to love ourselves. To be vain is quite a sin, it seems.So what’s a soul to do? See Furrow’s comment, I guess.