Welcome,
Love.
Welcome,
Dearest soul.
Let yourself settle.
Let yourself unfurl like petals in the morning light.
Let the world soften around you,
Hush its clamor,
And cradle you in quiet.
Let your breath begin to speak,
Soft,
Steady,
And sacred.
Invite and embrace your beautiful,
Messy humanity.
Draw the breath in,
Slow,
Silken inhale,
And release in a tender,
Sighing exhale.
Let it be enough.
Let it be everything.
Let it be the rhythm of your becoming.
Feel your body,
This wondrous vessel of life.
Feel its weight,
Its warmth,
Its whispering presence.
You are here.
You are whole.
You are a miracle in motion.
And now turn your gaze inward,
Like moonlight on still water.
Not to measure,
Not to fix,
Not to judge,
Not to mend or measure,
But to witness,
To cradle,
To cherish,
To love.
Begin to notice the parts of you that show up easily,
The kind-hearted,
The capable,
The resilient,
The strong.
Let them shimmer in your awareness.
Let them be seen.
Let them be honored like sacred offerings.
And now,
Like the gentleness of falling snow,
Begin to notice the parts that feel messy,
The ones you hide,
The ones you exile,
The ones you've told don't deserve compassion,
The ones you've banished with silence.
And pause here.
Let these parts step into the light.
Let them speak in their own trembling voice.
Let them be held in the arms of compassion.
Sweet one,
You are not broken.
You are not too much.
You are not lost beyond return.
You are gloriously,
Exquisitely human,
A mosaic of brilliance and blemish.
And every fragment belongs.
Let this truth settle into your bones.
Let it soften the guarded places.
Let it bloom in the garden of your heart.
Like children reaching for love with sticky fingers.
Some parts of you may be loud,
Awkward,
Clumsy,
Or afraid.
You don't have to adore them.
But you can be curious.
So lean closer.
Love them anyway.
Self-compassion is the quiet rebellion against judgment.
It is the balm that soothes comparison.
It is simple.
It is sacred.
And when nurtured,
It is deliciously transformative.
Taste it now.
Let it ripple through your being.
Let it wrap around the places that ache.
Ask yourself gently with kindness,
How can I embrace self-compassion?
What parts of me are easy to love?
What parts of me are longing to be loved?
And let the answers rise like dawn mist.
Let them surprise you.
Let them be enough.
Now speak to yourself as you would to a beloved.
I embrace all of my beautiful,
Messy humanity.
Every part of me has a place to belong.
I will no longer exile the tender,
Trembling pieces.
I choose curiosity over judgment.
I choose love over comparison.
I choose compassion.
Let these words echo like a song in your soul.
Let them settle.
Let them become your truth.
And stay here for a few more breaths.
Let stillness wrap you in its velvet cloak.
Let warmth nestle into your chest.
Let compassion take root,
Deep and enduring.
Begin to return slowly.
Wiggle your fingers like the leaves in the breeze.
Feel the air kiss your skin.
And take a deep breath in and sigh it out like an offering.
And when you're ready,
You can open your eyes and let the light greet you like an old friend.
Let the world meet you anew.
As you carry this compassion with you,
Let it walk beside you like a gentle companion.
Let it whisper again and again,
You are worthy.
You are whole.
And most importantly,
You are loved.
