Don't you find it strange how society decides who is it acceptable to love. Loving your children, yes. Loving your family, yes. Loving your friends, somehow. And loving yourself, the place where love really starts and emanates, not really. It’s seen as egotistical and selfish. And yet, the more I open my heart to myself, the more I have way more love for everyone else. It’s like it’s one source, like the sun, and it’s available to all.

One of the things that delights me most about my meditation group on zoom – for the most part people I have never met and who live all around the world – is that we easily say I love you. Just this morning the meditation host said how much he loved each one of us. There’s no holding back here. You feel it. You say it.

And so as I open my heart to myself, this very same self that I criticized and verbally abused with my inner words for years, first I’d like to say that I’m very sorry I did that, and second that I love myself so very much. There’s no holding back here anymore. In fact, I’ll say it now three times and invite you to join me:

I love myself.
I love myself.
I love myself.

Thanks for reading.

Love,

Maryse