We are all on this journey together.
Our paths are different and our lessons are ours, but in essence, we are all walking each other home.
You never know where someone is on their path, and at what point you will connect with them on yours.
You must be connected “to love” in order to be connected “in love”.
You connect “to” love when you fill your days and nights with things that bring you joy. Things that connect you to your true self, whatever that may be.
How can you truly connect to someone in love when you aren’t connected to yourself in love?
Something to ponder.
There is nothing you can tell about a persons life, simply by looking at a picture they post.
A picture is a snapshot. A mere second in time. What you don’t see is the moments (and sometimes the chaos) before and after. A crying child just before the family photo. Or the million and one selfies that were taken to get that “right one” to post. (Or in my case, a woman falling on her head after a perfect handstand shot!*grin* 😂)
Life is a series of snapshots. That is the whole truth.
Enjoy the moments, and embrace who you are. Life is not perfect, and neither are people. Live honestly, with love, kindness and peace. And don’t place meaning to something that is probably not true.
I have been meditating for a few years now, but only recently has it become a daily practice. Early in the morning, I make my way down to my meditation room (Love my room! I converted a small space and filled it with candles, burning sage, healing stones and crystals and soft music) to wake up my senses and get started right. I enjoy meditating in the morning, because it not only ensures I get it done, but it gives me a chance to focus and set an intention for the day, creating a tone that I want vs being reactive to whatever life throws at me.
Yesterday was a bit of a crazy morning, and so, instead of meditating in the morning, I snuck away after dinner (while everyone was busy doing their own thing), and figured I would try to sneak in a quick mediation (despite the kids stomping upstairs and the dog barking at every squirrel that passed by the window).
No sooner did I light the candles, when my 10 year old daughter came peeking through the door. My children know I meditate and sometimes I will try to encourage them to meditate at night. The answer is usually no, and so I don’t push it. On this particular day though, I could see the curiosity in my daughters face. I asked if she wanted to join me, and to my surprise, she happily said Yes!.
I set up a cozy spot for her to sit, and asked if she wanted to do anything in particular. (I believe there is no right or wrong way to meditate.) I showed her some chakra stones, explained what chakras were, gave her the option of music or no music etc.. She was very intrigued with the orange stone I had, and explained that it corresponded to the second chakra, the creative centre of our bodies. She held the stone and we started to meditate.