Seriously, though, I love this piece. It's making me think about how I am aging and I'm no longer seen in ways I used to be seen (aka the young, bright, pretty star) and how I am seen in new ways (wiser, mentor, middle-aged woman with the possibility of a midlife crisis :)
And what keeps mattering most to me, is how I see and love myself, because the rest of perceptions a) I have no control over and b) usually don't matter. I have the choice to feed my inner critic or my inner spirit in each and every moment, so let me use that power. That's what I see in this goddess (who, by the way, stopped my computer scrolling on her image for an inordinately long amount of time). And what I see in you! Love you!
Shilpaaaa!! Thanks for sharing this. I love reading about how you see and love yourself. Isn't Dhumavati inordinately stunning?! And you, my dear friend, will always be a bright beautiful star 🤩 Love you.
Loved this reflection! As I read it in the wee hours of the early morning, your homegirl, Luna, is beaming with little regard for who is disturbed.
I really enjoyed reading this and as you spoke about your former selves, I was praising you for doing so, so vulnerably in a way that allowed me to extend compassion to the parts of self being reflected back to me as the reader.
Although most of what you shared resonated, #2 really hit!! 🤭
A nugget I’m gonna place in my pocket is,
“Instead of outsourcing my need for recognition, I ask: Am I showing up for myself in the way I long for someone else to?”
Thanks for reading my long winded thank you for sharing reflection! 😅🤗😘
Thank you for sharing these reflections Olivia!! Thank you for reading and feeling, feeling the compassion, the invitation, the resonance. Much love sis!
Thank you for offering the gift of being “the witness” listening to others, and recognizing the importance of somatic witnessing of ourselves from the inside .
Can I get a with-ness? YAAASSS! :)
Seriously, though, I love this piece. It's making me think about how I am aging and I'm no longer seen in ways I used to be seen (aka the young, bright, pretty star) and how I am seen in new ways (wiser, mentor, middle-aged woman with the possibility of a midlife crisis :)
And what keeps mattering most to me, is how I see and love myself, because the rest of perceptions a) I have no control over and b) usually don't matter. I have the choice to feed my inner critic or my inner spirit in each and every moment, so let me use that power. That's what I see in this goddess (who, by the way, stopped my computer scrolling on her image for an inordinately long amount of time). And what I see in you! Love you!
Shilpaaaa!! Thanks for sharing this. I love reading about how you see and love yourself. Isn't Dhumavati inordinately stunning?! And you, my dear friend, will always be a bright beautiful star 🤩 Love you.
Loved this reflection! As I read it in the wee hours of the early morning, your homegirl, Luna, is beaming with little regard for who is disturbed.
I really enjoyed reading this and as you spoke about your former selves, I was praising you for doing so, so vulnerably in a way that allowed me to extend compassion to the parts of self being reflected back to me as the reader.
Although most of what you shared resonated, #2 really hit!! 🤭
A nugget I’m gonna place in my pocket is,
“Instead of outsourcing my need for recognition, I ask: Am I showing up for myself in the way I long for someone else to?”
Thanks for reading my long winded thank you for sharing reflection! 😅🤗😘
Thank you for sharing these reflections Olivia!! Thank you for reading and feeling, feeling the compassion, the invitation, the resonance. Much love sis!
Thank you for offering the gift of being “the witness” listening to others, and recognizing the importance of somatic witnessing of ourselves from the inside .
Thank you for reading and sharing Keina! I appreciate it.