quote-book:

“I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it — I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know — but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me.”

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Virginia Satir (via reluctantbuddha)

love it! me and you beautiful it's true always changing yes it's strange but cool

Here am I.
in a cavern of thought -
& the echoes of silence resound
as the droplets of dew
in the morning’s first breath
collectively gather in the petals
of a blossom that slowly awakens.

Seeing me.
reflective and transparent -
clear as the tides of pristine waters
glittering in the sunlit smile of the universe
and cool like the moist sweet/salty breezes
that caress my face as i slumber
beneath a full-ish moon.

Embracing life.
warm familiar bliss -
wrapped up by the comfort of its laughter
in the fields of wonder,
rolling ‘round like children at play
wishing for tomorrow; enjoying simply, now.
scrawled on the sands of time, you read out to me…

Love endlessly, infinitely, always.

marelle

continuum within love always poetry lovely life searching soul