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Tag: love

loving yourself

is not simply about

loving your body

it is also about

loving your soul

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your complete soul

the light

and

the dark

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we need both

to be alive

how someone treats you

the way someone treats you is a statement about who they are as a human being

it is not and never is a statement about you

don’t get involved in their struggle

send them off in peace

love it

come what may

and love it

happiness

Happiness is a very personal thing.

And it changes moment by moment.

Take your time and figure out what makes you happy.  In that moment.

And enjoy your happiness, however long it lasts.

Have no expectations about what happiness should look like.

It may be a perfectly brewed cup of tea.

Or a ladybug landing on your hand as you sit in the park.

An unexpected smile from a kindly stranger.

A doodle on your takeaway cup drawn by your barista.

A serendipitous rainbow caused by sunlight reflecting off glass.

Happiness is always within our grasp.

 

 

 

what people really look like

I’ve been a massage therapist for many years, now. I know what people look like. People have been undressing for me for a long time. I know what you look like: a glance at you, and I can picture pretty well what you’d look like on my table.

Let’s start here with what nobody looks like: nobody looks like the people in magazines or movies. Not even models. Nobody. Lean people have a kind of rawboned, unfinished look about them that is very appealing. But they don’t have plump round breasts and plump round asses. You have plump round breasts and a plump round ass, you have a plump round belly and plump round thighs as well. That’s how it works. And that’s very appealing too.

Woman have cellulite. All of them. It’s dimply and cute. It’s not a defect. It’s not a health problem. It’s the natural consequence of not consisting of photoshopped pixels, and not having emerged from an airbrush.

Men have silly buttocks. Well, if most of your clients are women, anyway. You come to male buttocks and you say — what, this is it? They’re kind of scrawny and the tissue is jumpy because it’s unpadded; you have to dial back the pressure, or they’ll yelp.

Adults sag. It doesn’t matter how fit they are. Every decade, an adult sags a little more. All of the tissue hangs a little looser. They wrinkle, too. I don’t know who put about the rumor that just old people wrinkle. You start wrinkling when you start sagging, as soon as you’re all grown up, and the process goes its merry way as long as you live. Which is hopefully a long, long time, right?

Everybody on a massage table is beautiful. There are really no exceptions to this rule. At that first long sigh, at that first thought that “I can stop hanging on now, I’m safe” – a luminosity, a glow, begins. Within a few minutes the whole body is radiant with it. It suffuses the room: it suffuses the massage therapist too. People talk about massage therapists being caretakers, and I suppose we are: we like to look after people, and we’re easily moved to tenderness. But to let you in on a secret: I’m in it for the glow.

I’ll tell you what people look like, really: they look like flames. Or like the stars, on a clear night in the wilderness.

somewhere else

we like to believe in somewhere else

a place where we have more time

with the people we believe we should be with

doing the things we wish we were doing

being the person we wish we could be

there is no somewhere else

there is only here and now

this place this time

I love myself

The simplest, quietest and most powerful revolution ever. A simple statement that changes everything. Say this to yourself first thing in the morning. Every time you see look at your reflection in the mirror. The last thing before you fall asleep at night. Every time you make a mistake. Or forget something. Or make a silly decision. Every time you are about to say something mean to yourself or give yourself a hard time, turn it around and say “I love me”. “I still love me.” And what happens is you become your own best friend. You are not so hard on yourself. You forgive yourself just like you would your family or your friends if they told you that they did something silly or something they regret.

As you become gentler on yourself, you love yourself more. And you feel better. And you start to attract better people and things to you in your life.