We all have the right, and the capacity, to Love (God). We simply need to grant ourselves permission.
I'm going Facebook Live on Friday to do a martini tutorial. So many of you have asked me to teach you, so why not. We're all trying to make the best of where we are right now....let's call it libation. Let's call it Communion (look it up, I have NOT blasphemed). See y'all Friday, 6 pm Eastern. I'll post a resource list.
This morning, I read a Chinese proverb that reminded me that "one joy scatters a hundred griefs." My next thought was, "what can I do today to bring myself joy? I ask that question every morning. I will ask it, upon rising in gratitude, each morning for the balance of my days. I suggest you do the same.
I became quiet, waiting for a word. I waited, far longer than I believed I’d need to, and then it came. Self-care was a commitment I tried making to myself.
Daily, I proclaim that I matter. I declare that the love I pour into the world is love of which I am equally worthy. I am releasing my desperate grip on the toxic martyrdom that backs me into corners and is entirely of my making.
I love to cook. I love being able to create what I desire. More than satisfaction, making homemade requires presence. I cannot be distracted. I have to be in the kitchen, paying attention.
Whenever I am forced to slow down, I collapse. I remain vigilant, though. Let's be clear....yes, I saw that, and no, I won't forget it.
Instead of imagining all that could go wrong, let's celebrate all that is already good.
The last 3 years of my life have been transformative in exceptional ways. I made it clear that I will fight to the death to protect those I love, even from themselves.
No voice is more powerful than the one we hear most often, our own. What messages are we repeating to ourselves about our value, our desires, our dreams? And how do we speak of faith? Is ours an active practice?