Self-love matters.
Self-love is walking in the hills.
The sentience of springtime thrill that peeps between the budding boughs.
It's time to open and allow.
Self-love is being in my stride,
Embracing light and shadow sides.
It's honouring the place I'm in.
From here,
Connection can begin.
Self-love is learning to let go.
I do not always have to know.
Sometimes the answer is to seize the wisdom rustling through the trees.
It's trusting in.
It's having faith.
A precious act of strength and grace,
Enabling my heart's unfolding.
It's tender,
Gentle,
Peaceful holding.
It does not have a business plan,
Accepts me just the way I am.
I get to screw up now and then.
Each day,
Hashtag,
Begin again.
Unlike my mind,
It holds me bigger.
It smiles with kindness at my triggers.
Although the ego can be proud,
Self-love my humanness allows.
We do not have to wait until another comes who fits the bill.
For we can call on it at will.
Self-love can really cure most ills.