While taking my morning meds; 19 2 19
Few things are more damaging than self-criticism.
Like a matador torturing a bull, the dance of damnation spins.
The raging bull attacks, the matador stabs,
the fury of it feeds the frenzy
like the cheers from the crowd.
Yet self-criticism is a solitary act, alone we accuse, prosecute and condemn.
Alone we are tried, convicted and punished.
Alone we fall prey to ourselves with no one to offer up a defence.
Recognizing our solitude reveals the insanity.
The insanity seen, opens the doorway to hope.
The doorway opened allows love to enter.
There is no accuser, beyond ourselves.
We are unconditionally loved.
Many of the man-made measurements of value are just that, man-made.
They can separate us from love, dampen our energy and drag us down.
If we are not thinking about ourselves in a loving way,
we are not thinking the thoughts of our originator.
We are unconditionally loved.
Treat yourself like a loved one.
Meditative Imagery 