We are our own worst critics, my loves; yielding so quickly to this energy of self-doubt, challenging all perceptions of ‘self’.
How easily we assign those labels – our need to qualify greater than any possible measure. We are either ‘too this’ or ‘not enough’ of that; taking on fully the characteristics of bias, limiting our capacity to be.
If only we might learn to view in a light other than harsh disapproval.
In walking through the woods, are you stricken by the inconsistencies of trees? Do you qualify their bark, their straightness or their pitch of changing leaf? Or, do you stand in quiet appreciation – simply grateful to share in their blessing?
Though, perhaps the greater question still – how do we begin opening to ourselves? Cultivating both curiosity and awareness for that which makes us so brilliantly unique?
And, allowing the spaciousness of being.
Like the many trees which stand before us, we are intended to share in the warmth of this radiance.
In peace…
Namaste ❤️