I haven’t posted in a while but I am still dating myself. I’ve been to the movies, to dinner, and today I spent some afternoon time at the river. Interestingly, the more time I spend dating myself, I find that men have been seemingly more interested in me. I knew theoretically that loving one’s Self opened the door for love, but I didn’t know—the way that I’m beginning to know—that Self love actually makes one more attractive. In the words of my loctician, Self love radiates from an individual and actively vibrates the space around him/her. (Believe me I was blushing when the brotha was telling me I moved the room when I entered it—it might have been game, but it did make a sista smile, lol.)
Anywhoo, I wanted to share what happened at the river today. So, I went to my spot—a nice little nature trail that leads directly down into the river. I packed a lunch and went to spend some time there to listen, watch, and learn from the water. I enjoyed my lunch, checked my phone for messages, and then decided to just lean back on the bench to look at the trees. And that’s when it caught my attention. The limbs just above the water were catching the sun’s reflection and were shimmering in gold. The beauty of it captured my breath and held it for a bit before releasing it in a soft exhale. Voila! There was the message that I came to the river to receive.
Just as my loctician had noticed about me, the water was confirming that when one is living in accordance with his/her purpose and doing so joyfully without restraint, the environment around him/her will glow with beauty. The beauty does not really come from the individual; instead, the beauty is the beauty of Spirit. When we forget our connection to nature and to others, it suppresses our own potential for beauty. However, when we allow ourselves to live as an organism intimately and inherently codependent on the environment around us, we literally glow and cause the space around us to glitter.
Let’s just say I’m learning to love the sparkle.
Peace, Love, & Light,
tdp
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