“Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you
love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once
you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And
you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing
love.”
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Upon
waking she felt the familiar firm futon below her rested body. It was
still dark, windy and had been raining all night long. She usually
loved to get up before the sun to write and share her soul with others.
For some reason, today was different. She did not love herself
completely, by not feeling she had enough to say, to write, to share.
Somehow,
she fell back into a light sleep to dream. She dreamed of her bedroom
windows, looking out. Her neighbors could look into her bedroom window.
She was examining the tall, bare, curtainless windows. Trying to figure
out what material would look best hanging as curtains. Something to
allow the light in, yet maintain a level of privacy. A soft golden
cotton was decided.
She awoke into the same dark windy
rainy morning. She sat up for a minute before stepping up onto the
carpet. She had so much love coming to her, from all points in the
universe. She decided it was time to love herself, without compromise.
Not to care so much if others did not resonate with what she had to
write or share. She'd make coffee, find a quote that best reflected what
she was desiring "more of" in her world. Then, she would, with wind and
rain as her witness, write.
loving ourselves and all we are connected with, allows the universe to bless us infinitely
