What if every single breath was a sweet, gracious, benevolent gift of love?
What if you have NEVER been unloved/ unwanted/ rejected/ abandoned by the Beloved?
What if every single seeming past rejection or hurt was Nothing to do with anything about your worth or value & was more likely the acts of wounded souls, who actually call for our compassion. No matter how sore or sad it all seemed at the time, course corrections were a necessary part of it all.
What if you filled up with love So much that you simply Stopped looking for any places where you previously felt any lack, because you are so full & rested?
What if you sang the soul lullaby of your own heart, back home to itself?
What if you allowed soft, gentle contentment to rest in your own being?
What if gratitude guided you to notice the Extraordinary abundance of beauty & wonder in Everything like a child seeing everything fresh?
What if even the Rain that falls today, does so, because it longs to kiss your skin?
What if you allowed yourself, really truly allowed yourself, to receive the exquisite presence of Yourself- below every mask or societal veil- way below to the infinite lake of pure sparkling love?