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?
"when you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy."
My ancestors, my loves, and my prayers are gathered safely behind a sturdy wooden door. This place is my soul's center.