Love yourself

If you aren't good at loving yourself, you will have a difficult time loving anyone, since you'll resent the time and energy you give another person that you aren't even giving to yourself.
- Barbara de Angelis

[Gem]

Originally Posted by zannierose

If you aren't good at loving yourself, you will have a difficult time loving anyone, since you'll resent the time and energy you give another person that you aren't even giving to yourself.
- Barbara de Angelis

Well... I'm terrible at loving myself so I got nothing for you folks. Hehehehe.

[Perspective]

Originally Posted by Gem

Well... I'm terrible at loving myself so I got nothing for you folks. Hehehehe.

HA! Hey, Gem, if you can laugh at yourself, then I think you're doing great!
Hi Zanjnierose,
I think it's such an every-day constant balancing act, especially as a mom.
If I don't do something to care for myself, after a while, I tend to feel somewhat resentful taking care of my kids. But if I focus too much on myself & my interests, then my kids are neglected.
In church, people often focus so much on giving to others... but the 2nd greatest commandment is not only to love others but also to love ourselves.

[psychoslice]

We have to realize that when we say we love ourselves, we should love who we truly are, we are all One, we are all One in Consciousness or God if you want to use that word. If we are all One, then what we do to another we do to ourselves, if we only love ourselves as the mind body organism (add name) then we are still a long way from from loving anyone because all we see is the outer shell, and that is as far as this love could ever go.

I try to love what is within, beneath the exterior, and in fact, I have always found it hard to love another way. I have never fallen in love with anyone based on exterior appearances and personality, and many have not understood that at all when I have tried to explain. I am drawn to peoples' inner light, that is all I can say, and I can experience the most intense bursts of love for other living things, including trees, water, wildlife, the sun etc.

[psychoslice]

Originally Posted by Graelwyn

I try to love what is within, beneath the exterior, and in fact, I have always found it hard to love another way. I have never fallen in love with anyone based on exterior appearances and personality, and many have not understood that at all when I have tried to explain. I am drawn to peoples' inner light, that is all I can say, and I can experience the most intense bursts of love for other living things, including trees, water, wildlife, the sun etc.

Yes it is beautiful isn't it ?.

Originally Posted by psychoslice

Yes it is beautiful isn't it ?.

It is, I just wish that more understood, as much as I try and convey to others how amazing it is, many don't seem to understand how I can get so excited and full of joy over these things.

[7luminaries]

I am really enjoying the convo between you two and I agree, agree completely...it is all about the One love and the inner light.

Love to all
7L

[Mystique Enigma]

Reminds me of a story .............
The beggar and the bread
A beggar came and sat before me. "I want bread," he said.
"How wise you are," I assured him. "Bread is what you need. And you have come to the right bakery." So I pulled my cookbook down from my shelf and began to tell him all I knew about bread.
I spoke of flour and wheat, of grain and barley. My knowledge impressed even me as I cited the measurements and recipe. When I looked up, I was surprised to see he wasn't smiling. "I just want bread," he said.
"How wise you are." I applauded his choice. "Follow me, and I'll show you our bakery." Down the hallowed halls I guided him, pausing to point out the rooms where the dough is prepared and the ovens where the bread is baked.
"No one has such facilities. We have bread for every need. But here is the best part," I proclaimed as I pushed open two swinging doors. "This is our room of inspiration." I knew he was moved as we stepped into the auditorium full of stained-glass windows.
The beggar didn't speak. I understood his silence. With my arm around his shoulder, I whispered, "It overwhelms me as well." I then leaped to the podium and struck my favorite pose behind the lectern.
"People come from miles to hear me speak. Once a week, my workers gather, and I read to them the recipe from the cookbook of life."
By now the beggar had taken a seat on the front row. I knew what he wanted. "would you like to hear me?"
"No," he said, "but I would like some bread."
"How wise you are," I replied. And I led him to the front door of the bakery.
"What I have to say next is very important," I told him as we stood outside.
"Up and down this street you will find many bakeries. But take heed; they dont serve the true bread. I know of one who adds two spoons of salt rather than one. I know of another whose oven is three degrees too hot. They may call it bread," I warned, "but it's not according to the book."
The beggar turned and began walking away. "Don't you want bread?" I asked him.
He stopped, looked back at me, and shrugged, "I guess I lost my appetite."
I shook my head and returned to my office. "What a shame," I said to myself. "The world just isn't hungry for true bread anymore."