The rain does something delicious to fields of lavender. The drops rinse the plants clean merging the shedding flowers with the wet and renewing earth. I am better at letting go now, releasing myself into my breath and sensing the world both within and around me without judgment. We are perfect and imperfectly so and what's more we are the way we are. To love one's self is perhaps the the easiest and hardest thing for each of us to do. We are born with nothing but self-love and are conditioned to question and judge ourselves by those who question and judge themselves. The questioning can be a beautiful and eye-opening thing - a way of introspecting and analyzing one's behavior, essentially a form of mindfulness. But when we judge what we become mindful of, categorize it as bad or wrong or any of the other opinions we can have about it seems less helpful thus far.
With Light,
Michelle
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