I've been thinking about love of self and love of another. Where do the two meet? The more deeply I fall in love with myself I understand and see it clearly. My self-esteem at times makes me worry and fear what it means when I don't receive love back. When I'm loving myself, if I'm being loving to myself this doesn't shake me. Because it is the truth. I think of you and know how to be brave, generous and worthy. And although I'm often challenged to trust it, you taught me it is magnificent because it exists.
Thank you for teaching me that words have magic.
Until we meet.