(¯`v´¯) It's the sort of downcast weather that equals the discomfort of a rude hot humid summer awakening. The sky has been gray, mournful, sullen and undecided, every once in a while spraying tears to satiate its melancholy. My plants love it, but my head hurts from the gloom. Late into the night, I picked up my Simple Abundance book and was drawn to this sage thought about "mothering one's self."
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Though we are grown, we never outgrow the need for someone special to hold us close, stroke our hair, tuck us in bed, and reassure us that all will be well.
...Today as you walk through your own home, think about the ways you can start to mother yourself, everyday, not just once a year - in small but tangible ways.
...There should be comfortable places in the living room to the bedroom to invite you to sit, sleep, relax, and reflect.
...There should be small indulgences from the kitchen to the bathroom that pamper and please.
--There should be sources of beauty throughout that inspire, order that restores, and the quiet grace of simplicity that soothes..
The poet Ntzozake Shange writes;
"I found god in myself and I loved her/ I loved her fiercely."
There is no more way of honoring the love of the feminine divinity waiting to mother us, than by celebrating the temple where her Spirit dwells on earth.
- Simple Abundance
