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I Love Me, And I Feel It.

February 14, 2018

Ok, I don't always feel it. Do you?

 

Time to pull out an oldie, but goodie. Today's "holiday" can put tummies in a twist, and bring up irritation. It can also calm and nourish us, if we let it, even if we don't have a loving to buy us roses or give us a back rub. Easier said than done? I hear you!

 

I Loved Me for the First Time

 

When I was studying to be an Ayurvedic Health Counselor at the Kripalu School of Ayurveda in 2014, I had a very strange and memorable experience. We were in a Thai Massage Self-Care workshop with a former student who I adored. Motown was bringing grins and lyrics to lips and voices around me. I felt my anger rising. When I am angry I usually know why, or at least I thought I did. The heat kept building within me and I wanted to leave the room. I couldn't justify it, so I stayed. By the time we were near the end of class and lying on our backs resting in shavasana, hands on chest, I was sobbing as silently as I could.

 

Between gasps of breath I heard,

 

"I love you, I love you, I love you,"

 

in my mind. I knew I was speaking to myself words I never had before and meant them. The tears flooded again and another student came to comfort me. I suddenly had the urge to write. A poem on a wing and if I didn't catch it, it'd be gone. I sat up in my bunk late and the following spilled from heart to keys. I reread it to remind myself of the possibility. Perhaps I was angry, because I wasn't loving me. I still get angry. And sometimes it is because I know it's up to me to show me love, to receive love, to believe love. That's my job alone.

 

Others could love me in all the perfect ways, but if I don't believe it, if I don't agree that I am undeniably lovable, and love myself, it will never sustain beyond the moment of expression. I hope my story taps your own desire to love you today.  

 

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I LOVE ME 

 

It may have been the first time.

Getting beyond the shock of that, I can believe …

I told myself tonight, "I love me."

 

I want “I Love You”

Tattooed on my wrist.

 

Left arm so I can

See it

Forearm so I can’t

Hide it, even from myself

Three times I heard a voice in my head, so deliberately

“I love you, I love you, I love you”

I realized it was me.

 

It wasn’t a desire or the imagination of someone else’s voice

Or even me forcing those words toward myself like leftovers I must eat

For fear of being guilty otherwise—

The only way I think I have said it before—

It was me

 

Not even God telling me

But, that         great being who spread light to create me

Has allowed me the gift of hearing myself

Telling me

I love

Me

 

This is my mountain top.
I am my mountain top

What will this new world be like now that I love myself?

What can I see from up here? What will I hear?

Who can hear me? I don’t care

 

Helllloooooooo---aaaauuuuummmm

 

I           can hear me

A full, alto radiant vibration

I           can do anything

And not to spite or to prove

Or for money

Or because I have to

 

I want “I love you” tattooed on my arm where I can see it

On my forearm so I can’t hide

 

I want to read it and reread it

More times than I take my pulse for Ayurveda

Twice daily

 

I want to read it and believe it like the first time

This first time

I want to read it

And believe it

And not need ANYONE else to say it.