My life has been immeasurably enriched by opening up my heart to the truth that I am the Beloved. I’m learning that to extend love to my imperfect self helps me to love others more authentically and deeply. I also would humbly say that my unconditional love for my daughters has made a difference as they navigate through the challenges they face in their lives.
My partner. I hope that I have supported him enough and have been kind enough to him for my love to have made a difference in his life. To my mom and my siblings.
My pets my children my sister. My sister and I call each other “dearheart” and this feels like it changes the timbre of our conversations. Self-kindess as a form of love has transformed how I can be with myself when I am struggling. When I have less lows, when I am less hurting and insulted, believe me, those around me have greater ease :))) Thank you for all the answers I have read today. They are beautiful
Hello my friend…I’m late to this site today. Just about to reflect on this lovely question. It’s always a gift and blessing to meet you here ♥ May all manner of things be well with you and your family as well. Love Julian of Norwich 🙂
Myself. While I’ve never been particularly obsessed with myself or my looks – my husband/best friend thinks I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. His attention has caused me to look at myself different for the better. I see the softness of my touch and know the power I carry because he guides my sight to notice. I feel stronger, all-knowing, and so so humble for the way he’s helped me love myself.
Hopefully, many. I am thinking of one in particular child, a grandson. When his father called and said he could not continue to raise him alone, he asked if I would help. I did not breathe at that moment, but instead said yes. They moved here, and I have helped for years now. It was a miracle that this happened at all. I am so lucky to have been able to help them both.
An opportunity to reflect on people I love–what a warm start to my day. A partial list:
My daughters, who know I am always here when they need me and who tell me I make a difference for them as they grew into amazing young women.
My husband, who is the love of my life found after other relationships that taught me what I needed to look for.
A stepdaughter from a previous marriage, who has stayed part of my family and who tells me I helped make her who she is as a strong, caring, fierce activist for racial justice for her children.
My sister-in-law to whom I’m closer after the death of my brother, a strange but welcome side effect of his untimely passing.
My younger sister, who tells me stories about things I did when we were kids and teens that I don’t remember but that she appreciates.
This I feel is probably best to be said by the ones I am with. Sometimes it is visible for me through their loving and kind feed back like this morning, may it be in words or small gestures or their kind and loving willingness to being together, affirming this as well in difficult times, or the invitation to stay with kindred hearts even when in general sailing difficult waters. Then to feel the shared heart and that we all try to do the best we are able to and even may experiencing to be forgiven when having failed is a huge gift of love to me also, is deeply inspiring and allowing a feeling of home for all in all of this. Deeply grateful again, my dear friends.
For myself, to have had the gift of love for others. Close in, for my family and dear friends. For so many others along the path whom I have had the privilege to know.
As I read the reflections and reflect on my life experiences I hear the echo. Anytime there occurs the giving, or is it sharing, of kindness, joy, compassion, and steadfast mind, in any form, there is the receiving. In the receiving, everyone including myself and maybe everything, rises to who they really are. The challenge is to be skillful when giving and forgiving when skills are less than what is needed to make the intended difference.
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My life has been immeasurably enriched by opening up my heart to the truth that I am the Beloved. I’m learning that to extend love to my imperfect self helps me to love others more authentically and deeply. I also would humbly say that my unconditional love for my daughters has made a difference as they navigate through the challenges they face in their lives.
My partner. I hope that I have supported him enough and have been kind enough to him for my love to have made a difference in his life. To my mom and my siblings.
The garden, the woodworking projects I apply my hands to, Bella – a Kelpie dog.
My pets my children my sister. My sister and I call each other “dearheart” and this feels like it changes the timbre of our conversations. Self-kindess as a form of love has transformed how I can be with myself when I am struggling. When I have less lows, when I am less hurting and insulted, believe me, those around me have greater ease :))) Thank you for all the answers I have read today. They are beautiful
Dear Diane,
Thinking of you today! May all manner of things be well with you and your family.
Hello my friend…I’m late to this site today. Just about to reflect on this lovely question. It’s always a gift and blessing to meet you here ♥ May all manner of things be well with you and your family as well. Love Julian of Norwich 🙂
I am happy to find you here this morning, Diane. Our feelings about our daughters are quite similar. Such a blessing in our lives!
My children, my pets, my family and friends, my coworkers, Various organizations that I donate to.
Myself. While I’ve never been particularly obsessed with myself or my looks – my husband/best friend thinks I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. His attention has caused me to look at myself different for the better. I see the softness of my touch and know the power I carry because he guides my sight to notice. I feel stronger, all-knowing, and so so humble for the way he’s helped me love myself.
Hopefully, many. I am thinking of one in particular child, a grandson. When his father called and said he could not continue to raise him alone, he asked if I would help. I did not breathe at that moment, but instead said yes. They moved here, and I have helped for years now. It was a miracle that this happened at all. I am so lucky to have been able to help them both.
An opportunity to reflect on people I love–what a warm start to my day. A partial list:
My daughters, who know I am always here when they need me and who tell me I make a difference for them as they grew into amazing young women.
My husband, who is the love of my life found after other relationships that taught me what I needed to look for.
A stepdaughter from a previous marriage, who has stayed part of my family and who tells me I helped make her who she is as a strong, caring, fierce activist for racial justice for her children.
My sister-in-law to whom I’m closer after the death of my brother, a strange but welcome side effect of his untimely passing.
My younger sister, who tells me stories about things I did when we were kids and teens that I don’t remember but that she appreciates.
My love has stretched and changed me in ways I could not have imagined. I hope it’s made a difference to family and friends.
This I feel is probably best to be said by the ones I am with. Sometimes it is visible for me through their loving and kind feed back like this morning, may it be in words or small gestures or their kind and loving willingness to being together, affirming this as well in difficult times, or the invitation to stay with kindred hearts even when in general sailing difficult waters. Then to feel the shared heart and that we all try to do the best we are able to and even may experiencing to be forgiven when having failed is a huge gift of love to me also, is deeply inspiring and allowing a feeling of home for all in all of this. Deeply grateful again, my dear friends.
For myself, to have had the gift of love for others. Close in, for my family and dear friends. For so many others along the path whom I have had the privilege to know.
Your love and friendship has surely made a difference in my life all these years my friend ♥
The world !
As I read the reflections and reflect on my life experiences I hear the echo. Anytime there occurs the giving, or is it sharing, of kindness, joy, compassion, and steadfast mind, in any form, there is the receiving. In the receiving, everyone including myself and maybe everything, rises to who they really are. The challenge is to be skillful when giving and forgiving when skills are less than what is needed to make the intended difference.
Love makes a difference in all lives.