In the middle of writing my last post, I found in my email the latest blog post from Patti Digh. It was titled, “What would love do?” Co-incidence? Synchronicity. I love that.
I love all of this post. I would like to live all of it as well. That doesn’t seem possible today, but perhaps down the road it will. At least on some days.
One of the bits I like best:
Love would buoy, not bury. It would open, not close. It would reach toward, not away from. It would move into, not push against. It would create, not collapse.
I am learning a little about staying open when my tendency would be to close up tight, to allow spaciousness rather than responding from my default position of contraction.
And another bit:
I think love would make it okay to be less than perfect. And I think it would embrace you just as you are, not after you lose 20 pounds or run a marathon or get your Black Belt in karate, but right now, big hips and all.
I weighed myself this morning. There was a lot more than 20 pounds that could use embracing. Acting in a loving way towards myself has always been a challenge. Mmmmmm, more than a challenge, like a big head-scratcher. A mind-boggler. I thought I’d come to a place of peaceful co-existence with myself, neither despising nor loving. The scales tell me that this place is an illusion. On some level, I already knew that; ignoring is no longer serves it’s purpose. It is time to shift to a new way.
Anne Lamott writes about treating yourself as you would treat a beloved relative. For me that beloved relative would now be my mother. It is inconceivable that I would inflict on her the same things I consciously or, more often unconsciously, inflict upon myself. It just couldn’t happen.
So today, I’m imagining that this body is my mother’s. How would I care for my mother?
Can I do the same for myself? It really is not too much to ask.
To read Patti’s post in full: http://www.37days.com/2011/06/what-would-love-do.html