Saturday 20 July 2013

Self Hugging



There is more than one way to hug oneself.  There is the snugly kind of hug, like being swaddled in a fluffy, toasty towel after a relaxing bath.  The other kind of hug is uncomfortable and restricting like a self tightening strait jacket.


I used to self-hug in the less than lovely way.  I would squeeze myself to do more, achieve more and get more until I squeezed the joy out of everything and I was exhausted.  No matter what I did, it was never good enough.  No matter what I had, I was never satisfied.  I had everything I had dreamed would create the perfect, picket fence lifestyle, but I was empty.  


Then my world came crashing down and I was left with nothing but my two young daughters.  It put everything into perspective and made me realise that, actually, I was very lucky indeed, even though I had no material possessions.  In fact, having nothing brought with it a welcome sense of liberation.  I was no longer burdened by stuff that I thought would make me happy.  That was the time when I discovered feng shui and the delights of de-cluttering.  I was forced to be creative and do things with my girls that didn’t cost a penny.  I couldn’t buy them toys, so we played more together instead.  We would paint and draw together, sing, skip and walk together and it brought us all closer – the power of 3.  In fact every morning we’d hug and sing: 

LET LOVE AND FUN AND LAUGHTER BE
TO UNIFY THE POWER OF 3.

When I had nothing it made me appreciate what I actually did have and that I was more abundant than I ever knew: my daughters, good health, friends, a passion for living and ability to bounce back and stand up for my truths, silly sense of humour and wacky ways of looking at the world.  Nature gifts us with so many giggly and gorgeous moments that cost absolutely nothing and bring priceless joy, happy sighs and achy cheeks.  In fact, after I have written this, we are going on a lakeside family bimble, to watch coots and swans and smile at the peach melba sky as the sun goes to sleep.

It was also when I had nothing that I slowly learned to self-hug in a healthy way.  I praised myself for every little effort and was grateful for the opportunity to make the most of each new day.  I slowly acquired a sense of self worth and started to believe I could make a positive difference to others.  It took me many, many years to reach the state of love and compassion that I enjoy today, but I believe that if I can do it, then anyone can.  You don’t even have to wait for worlds to crumble or years to pass.  You can start loving yourself right here, right now.  In fact, go on, give yourself a gentle squeeze and smile and notice how good it feels.  Acknowledge yourself for all that you are and if there is anything you don’t like about yourself, simply accept it and be willing to change.
 When you stop beating yourself up for what you haven’t done or haven’t got and instead give yourself a gentle hug simply for being you and what you have actually achieved so far, life seems heaps more lovely.  Everything you have ever done has mattered, regardless of how little or great you perceive it to be.  You are alive and every morning you wake up alive, you are blessed with yet another opportunity to be grateful for the life you are creating for yourself.

Heaps of hugs xXx

Saturday 6 July 2013

Who The Fudge am I to Judge?

When driving home in the rain, I observed a woman holding an open umbrella over her partner's head as they walked in sombre silence.  As I do with everyone I pass, I blessed them with LOVE and continued to sing my favourite rain-themed tunes that seem to tumble out of my mouth in such soggy weather.
 
Then the voices interupted the music in my head, 'She is doing her duty, like a good wife should,' said a gravelly voice.  'That's so sexist,' a shrill voice snapped. 'She is caring for him, that's why she keeps him dry,' assured another.  'She doesn't value herself.  She is drenched!'  The hullaballoo was unacceptable as I couldn't hear myself sing (like an angel, I might add! ;op)  I suggested to the voices that they were simply two people walking, one holding an umbrella.  The end.  Whatever judgments the voices made about these folks were irrelevant, a waste of time and energy and more importantly distracting me from singing Barney the Dinosaur's song If all the raindrops...


When we judge we are usually projecting our thoughts of our reality onto others and their situations.  But these thoughts might be a gazillion miles away from their truth, which is all that matters to them.  For example, if you see a parent yelling at a child, don't condemn them as a child abuser.  Who are you to judge another? It is healthier to bless and forgive them.  You don't know what is going on in that person's life for them to react that way.  They, obviously, are not in a state of peaceful awareness and able to create a more compassionate scenario, otherwise they would. 
 
When you offer love and forgiveness, you dissolve that grumpy cloud of judgment that skews your vision.  What you send to others returns to you and so you are also sending love and forgiveness to yourself - Bonus! Judging others, however, achieves nothing and actually stops you from seeing things as they really are.  Love and forgiveness, on the otherhand, frees everyone.  YEAY!

So if we can look beyond the roles people play and not judge a book by its cover and all that, we feel free, able to accept people for who they are, rather than obscuring them with our expectations and judgments and blaming them for the way we feel about them, which only serves to make us feel blah.
 
So today's mantra is: 

Who the fudge am I to judge?  I love and bless instead.

  PS. I think I found a solution:

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