I spend so much time talking to people about their
relationships with others and all I see is that these always reflect their
relationships with themselves.
We'll never get along with others better than we
get along with ourselves.
We'll never love others more than we love ourselves.
We'll never receive love from others more than we receive it from ourselves.
If
we only work on one relationship, let it be the one here at home.
In my experience, when I am sunbathing in the wonder of ME,
head-swooningly and awe struckingly drooling at the magnificence of ME, that's
when I am completely open, embracing, available to fully engage with other, all
systems go, just a big YES YES YES!!!
When I'm having issues with ME, to that
extent I am not here for relationship with anyone else. To the extent that I'm
shutting down to something in ME or manipulating or dominating something in ME,
to that extent will I inflict myself similarly on others.
I like this and I see
how each relationship offers a mirror that helps me to work on my relationship
with myself.
When I see that every one's function is to point me back to Love,
relationship becomes a true communion filled with grace and gratitude.
Hi
Mirror!!!
"Love others as
you love yourself" is less of a teaching and more of a statement of what
is always true and happening.
I feel like I'm looking in a mirror if eye contact is
maintained.
Aspects of self that love flows through freely...I love
those parts of you, aspects of self that get frozen solid; I love those parts
as well. so putting the love of your life in the delivery truck create them in
the ethers l...someone that loves you
for who you are, that who you are is what they love and vice versa...then you
got a best friend and playmate to dance with through it all.
May as well throw
in mutual attraction and all in its right timing (both available), and roughly
similar philosophies about all this stuff.
The deepest hunger in one's heart for love has a compliment
manifesting somewhere.
Why not draw that compliment to oneself?
That way we get
to see that deepest hunger made manifest, and to assist us as yet another
beacon "home."
I don't seeing hoping as any indication of lack, at least
not the hoping I'm talking about.
It's a benign hope that the love is being
felt/received/getting through not so that I can get anything in return, not
because I'm needing anything back or even recognition or to be seen.
I've left
all that behind, I'm so happy to say. I just hope that something is 'rubbing
off', some stress is being relieved, and some self-love is being felt 'over
there'.
Because, although everyone is entitled to their own experience, and not
only entitled but welcome to, I love it when I sense people are waking up their
own magnificence.
Then we can play in the fields of how magnificent we are.
Or,
as good friend calls it, our awesomeness.
Let's all dance,
let's all gather right now in the clouds,
in the water,
in the earth,
in the
bellies of horses hugging the canyon wall in a lightning storm let's all gather
there and dance until the cows come home.... let's all dance.
Home is where the heart is... two hearts united also creates
quite a wallop within those two hearts, and has such an expansive nature
throughout the universe.
It’s all one after all.
It’s all one after all.
The time will come
When, with elation,
You will greet yourself arriving
At your own door, in your own mirror,
And each will smile at the other's welcome,
And say, sit here, Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
To itself, to the stranger who has loved you
All your life, whom you ignored
For another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf.
The photographs, the desperate notes,
Peel your image from the mirror.
Sit.
When, with elation,
You will greet yourself arriving
At your own door, in your own mirror,
And each will smile at the other's welcome,
And say, sit here, Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was yourself.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
To itself, to the stranger who has loved you
All your life, whom you ignored
For another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf.
The photographs, the desperate notes,
Peel your image from the mirror.
Sit.
Feast on your life.
ps/smoh