I saw a beautiful woman the other day.
She spoke of her despair that her face showed signs of age.
As she spoke all I could see was the beauty of her life; wild excess and deep integrity, children she’s cared for, men she’s loved, her friends, family, work, study, fun and laughter. Enormous joys and bottomless sadness.
She is a good woman to all around her and saves her cruel words and criticism for herself.
She’s not alone in that.
I wanted her to see what I saw; ageless beauty.
When we are kind and compassionate to ourselves, we know our own particular beauty. It’s a place of rest.
Do you agree that the words and thoughts that we direct to ourselves are very powerful?