By any name and shape, it is essential that we love; not with vanity but with joy. The gifts that come with temporal being skip away quickly, but this gives us all the more reason to celebrate. These are not to be squandered, though I know too much of this practice. Every moment is new, and there is no such thing as too late, until it is, and even then, we do not know for certain what will happen after death.
Every day, it is essential for me to be still in myself and look at me; really see myself in the best, most gentle, most caring light possible. To stop the stream of adjustments and corrections, the wishful thinking for the other that I am not. To be proud of my accomplishments, be mindful of my mistakes, taste the sweetness, appreciate the sour, and know everything in between.
(to be continued, fruitfully, nakedly, blissfully)