I have finally decided to heal myself. Perhaps a better way to put it would be to allow me to heal.
Start where I am, with what I have, and do what I can. I feel the gratitude and treasure inside of me eager to merge out.
It is truly the little things that matter the most. How can I not appreciate the ability to breathe? to hear? to see? to think? and ultimately, to choose?
The new wall art in the kitchen is speaking to me: “Love is patient. Love is kind.” Yes, even to yourself. How can you love others sincerely if you don’t love yourself gently?
True healing starts from within at the moment of such realization. Let every action of yours be rooted in the warmest intention from the deepest part of your heart.
Walk slowly. Let your heart recover. Sense the beauty in each moment onward.
