...when I start loving and accepting myself, I can start loving and accepting you.
Category: love
I See
you and I may be looking at the very same thing, but seeing something subtly or completely different.
Breathe…
Each exhale is like pulling the plug in a bathtub filled with dirty bath water and watching it drain.
Opening Up
Maybe we’d finally understand that we are more alike than different. That we don’t have to agree to love and respect each other. Maybe we’d see that we are all connected. That we are one.
True
What if we choose instead to rejoice in the miracle of who we are?
I love you. Have a cookie.
One of my earliest memories is watching my mother bake a pie.
So what’s the plan?
For all I know, that nice thing I said in 1972 was the only thing I needed to get done this time around. Maybe the rest is just gravy.
BreatheShellyGirl 